In the quiet moments of the night,
When the world sleeps and dreams ignite,
I find myself in thoughts profound,
A journey within, where peace is found.

The mirror shows a face I know,
A canvas where my feelings grow,
Each line and curve, a story told,
Of joys and sorrows, young and old.

Beneath the skin, the heart beats true,
A rhythm of life, both old and new,
Strength and fragility intertwined,
A testament to the soul’s design.

As days turn into years gone by,
I seek the truth, I question why,
In every breath, in every tear,
I find myself, both far and near.