In the quiet shadows of the evening light,
I find myself, a canvas pure and white.
A tale of dreams, of fears that take their flight,
Through valleys deep and peaks of endless height.

The whispers of the wind, they call my name,
With every gust, a spark, a gentle flame.
In solitude, I seek the truth, my aim,
To understand the heart, to stake my claim.

The rivers of my past, they flow so clear,
Each ripple holds a memory, so dear.
The laughter, tears, the joy and every fear,
They shape the essence of my being here.

With every step, I forge a path anew,
Embracing change, the skies of deepest blue.
A journey of the self, both old and true,
To find my place, to be, to see, to do.