In the mirror’s gentle gaze, I see
A tapestry woven with threads of time,
Each strand a story, a memory,
Echoing whispers of dreams sublime.
Through valleys deep and mountains high,
I wander paths both known and new,
Carrying hopes that touch the sky,
And fears that fade in morning’s dew.
With every step, a lesson learned,
A song of courage, softly sung,
The fire of passion brightly burned,
A symphony where heartstrings are strung.
I am the seeker, ever bold,
In search of truths that lie within,
Embracing change, my story unfolds,
A journey where I begin again.