In the mirror’s gentle gaze, shadows dance,
Whispering tales of journeys past,
Each fragment a story, a fleeting chance,
To grasp the self, to understand at last.

A tapestry woven from dreams untold,
Threads of laughter, sorrow, and grace,
In every stitch, a life unfolds,
A unique pattern in time’s embrace.

Beneath the stars, the soul takes flight,
In the quiet of night, truths are found,
A constellation of hopes burning bright,
In the vast universe, identity unbound.

Through the echoes of time, voices sing,
A symphony of what was and yet to be,
In the heart’s core, where memories cling,
Lies the essence of identity, wild and free.