Mira Hart - Journeys - 1 Timeless

The mirror shows a face, with stories unseen,

A heart full of musings, dreams in between.

Promises to myself, in the still of night,

Now fleeting visions, slipping from sight.

In the calm, I hear the ticking of days,

Reminding me of paths, lost in a haze.

Every passing year, a tale left behind,

A yearning deep within, undefined.

Fleeting dreams, slipping through my hands,

Like mist in the morning, lost to distant lands.

Time moves on, yet here I stand still,

Fleeting dreams, haunting my will.

I see the world move fast, while I'm standing slow,

Chasing fragments of a life, I’ll never know.

Regrets like shadows, murmur in my ear,

Of chances missed, and paths unclear.

In the quiet, I feel the weight of years,

The hopes and dreams, mingled with fears.

Every sunset brings a night of doubt,

Of a destiny, I’m still without.

Can I find the strength to chase what's left?

To break free from the stillness, to give my best?

Or will I watch as time slips by,

With fleeting dreams and a longing sigh?

The mirror shows a face, with stories unseen,

A heart full of musings, dreams in between.

But in the calm, I hear a soft voice,

Of fleeting dreams, still a choice.