In the mirror’s gaze, a world unfolds,
Where whispers of desires softly hold.
The heart seeks only what it can claim,
In selfish shadows, it hides its name.
Through tangled paths of want and need,
The soul finds comfort in silent greed.
A fleeting moment, a selfish plea,
In solitude, it dares to be free.
The heart, a wanderer, lost in its quest,
Seeking solace in its own behest.
Yet in the echoes of its own voice,
It finds loneliness in every choice.
When shadows speak and hearts retreat,
The soul reflects on the bittersweet.
For in the silence, truth unfolds,
In selfishness, the spirit molds.