Beneath the moon's soft, silver glow,
I tread the path I've come to know.
Reflections dance upon the lake,
Whispering tales of choices I make.
In mirrored depths, my soul's terrain,
Echoes of past joys and pain.
Highs and lows in vivid projection,
In introspection's sacred reflection.
Within the night's serene embrace,
I confront shadows, seeking grace.
Each ripple on the water's face,
Tells stories of my journey's pace.
Flaws and scars, a tale to tell,
Where truths within my being dwell.
With courage as my steadfast guide,
Into the depths, I dare to stride