In the mirror’s silent gaze,
A tapestry of dreams unfolds,
Each thread a whisper of the past,
Woven in the fabric of the soul.
Beneath the surface lies a storm,
A dance of shadows, light, and grace,
The echoes of forgotten tales,
In every line upon my face.
Through the corridors of time,
I wander lost, yet ever found,
The heartbeat of my own design,
In every silence, every sound.
With every step, I shed a skin,
Embrace the truth that sets me free,
An endless journey to begin,
The art of knowing truly me.