In the mirror of the mind, I stand,
A tapestry woven from grains of sand,
Layered with laughter, whispers of dusk,
Echoes of dreams, both tender and brusk.
I am the flicker of a candle's flame,
The gentle murmur of a forgotten name.
In the autumn's embrace, I dance with the leaves,
A symphony of colors, a heart that believes.
I carry the weight of an ancient sky,
Stars in my veins, and the moon’s lullaby.
I am the shadow that follows at noon,
The warmth of the sun, yet I thrive in the gloom.
I am the questions that never unwind,
The refuge of stories, the solace of time.
With every heartbeat, I whisper and roam,
Finding the pathways that lead me back home.
Home in the laughter, home in the tears,
In the stories of silence, in the echoes of fears.
I am the canvas, the artist, the brush,
A whirlwind of chaos, a delicate hush.
I am not just one; I am every refrain,
The joy and the sorrow, the light and the pain.
In the tapestry of self, each thread intertwines,
A mosaic of moments where identity shines.
So let me be seen, let me be free,
A chorus of voices, a symphony of me.
In the mirror of the mind, I take my stand,
A vibrant enigma, my heart in my hand.