In the quiet corners of my mind,
Lies a path I did not tread,
With echoes of choices left behind,
And dreams I left unfed.
The shadows dance upon my soul,
With memories of yesterdays,
Regret carves its silent role,
In the tapestry of my dismayed.
The stars I wished upon, now dim,
Their light a distant gleam,
I wander through the endless whim,
Of what could have been my dream.
Yet in this solitude I find,
A chance to weave anew,
To leave the shadows far behind,
And embrace the morning’s hue.