The days are spent in quiet chase,
A steady march, a changing pace,
I wander through the shifting streams,
The echoes of my fractured dreams.

I used to know exactly where,
The road would lead me, how I'd fare.
But now the map is worn and torn,
Still, I walk though I've been worn.

There’s strength in letting go, I’ve learned,
In fading lights, in bridges burned.
Yet in the dark, I still might see
A glimmer of who I used to be.

So here I stand, with both my hands,
I’ll write my future from the sands.
The past is never far away,
It guides the steps I take today.

I’m not who I was, but I still strive,
The heart that once felt dead is alive.
And though it’s me who shapes the way,
I am reborn in each new day.

The winds of August hum a tune
Between the dusk and silver moon
Where time feels like a drifting tide
And shadows stretch but never hide

A quiet ache, a soft release
The kind of calm that carries peace
Not joy, not sorrow, something new
A truth that only night can view

We walk through days with hearts half known
In borrowed skin, not quite our own
Yet even broken wings can lift
When silence offers space to shift

So take this breeze, this moment's grace
Let doubt dissolve without a trace
You are becoming, slow and true
Not who you were, but someone new