In the quiet corners of the mind,
Where whispers of dreams reside,
An echo of forgotten tales,
Shapes the essence we cannot hide.

Like a river flowing through time,
Carving paths both bold and shy,
A tapestry of laughter and tears,
Weaves the truth that never lies.

Beneath the surface, shadows play,
In dance with light and grace,
A symphony of heartbeats and sighs,
Reveals the stories etched on our face.

Embrace the chaos, the silent storm,
For in its eye, clarity finds its voice,
A mosaic of moments, reflections of self,
Where every choice leads to rejoiced rejoice.