In the quiet depths of self, I seek,
Amidst the echoes of thoughts, unique.
Who am I, in this vast expanse?
A fleeting shadow or a cosmic dance?
I am the whisper of the wind at night,
The silent star that glimmers bright.
I am the laughter in a child's eyes,
The solemn truth that never lies.
I am the seeker on a winding road,
The silent witness, the untold ode.
I am the question without reply,
The endless search beneath the sky.
I am the dreamer in the moon's embrace,
The boundless spirit in time and space.
I am the echo of ancient lore,
The ever-changing, ever-more.
Who am I, but a fleeting breath,
A symphony of life, in birth and death?
I am the journey, the song, the cry,
I am the answer, as time drifts by.
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