In the mirror of the morning light,
I see a soul both young and old,
A wanderer in realms of dreams,
Seeking the stories yet untold.

Through paths of shadows and of sun,
I walk with echoes of the past,
A tapestry of hopes and fears,
In every footstep, memories cast.

Beneath the stars, I find my peace,
A silent dance of heart and mind,
Embracing whispers of the night,
In solitude, my truth I find.

So here I stand, a seeker still,
With open heart, my spirit free,
For in the journey of the self,
I find the world, I find me.