In the whisper of the morning breeze,
I seek the echoes of who I am,
Tracing shadows beneath the trees,
In search of self, a timeless quest.

Mirrors speak in silent tones,
Reflecting stories untold,
A tapestry of flesh and bones,
Where dreams and fears unfold.

Beneath the stars, in quiet night,
I find fragments of my soul,
A dance of darkness and of light,
A mosaic striving to be whole.

Each step forward, a piece unveiled,
In the labyrinth of my own design,
With every truth and every tale,
I carve the lines that define.