My life, a symphony;
of choices pulled a bit too long.
The slow morning breeze in my face,
the light dances along the moving frames of your picture.

Behold the moments spent in olden memories,
in the mirror, I cry tears that turn golden dust.
Life, a work of art; under the sun, a glitter of hopes.
through the clouds, mists of grey silver;
the sun shall see the day bloom and shine.
homeless, over the mountains of past memories;
I seek the shores of tomorrow,
all my words, a reflection of my worlds;
I float endlessly,
seamlessly fading into my world that is you.