In the quiet hush of morning light,
I pack my dreams in a worn-out case,
Leaving behind the echoes of night,
Seeking new skies, a different pace.
The walls once whispered stories untold,
Now stand silent, memories linger,
Every corner a tale of gold,
Yet I move forward, tracing a finger.
The road ahead is both feared and longed,
A path of shadows and brilliant sun,
Where every step feels almost wrong,
Yet promises whispers of what’s to come.
Though the heart aches as the door swings wide,
And the past clings like a gentle breeze,
I find courage in the tide,
As I embrace the unknown seas.