In the quiet corners of my mind,
Where whispers of dreams reside,
I find the hues of who I am,
In shadows and beams that collide.
A tapestry woven with silent tales,
Threads of laughter, tears, and grace,
Each strand a note in my symphony,
A dance of time and space.
My heart beats with the rhythm of stars,
Guided by the moonâs gentle light,
In the vastness of my inner cosmos,
I seek both day and night.
Through storms of doubt and skies of hope,
I chart the path I choose to roam,
And in the mirror of my soul,
I find my way back home.