In the mirror’s quiet gaze, I stand alone,
A mosaic of stories, yet to be known.
Whispers of past and dreams untold,
Crafting the essence that I hold.
Through the corridors of time, I roam,
Seeking the whispers of a place called home.
Fragments of laughter, echoes of tears,
Weaving the fabric of my years.
In the dance of moments, I find my way,
Unraveling mysteries of night and day.
The silhouette of truth, both dark and bright,
Guides me closer to my inner light.
As the dawn paints colors anew,
I embrace the journey, ever true.
For in the quest of who I am,
Lies the beauty of life’s grand plan.