A cloud I was running,
a tree I became,
a whisper, a swirl,
a mist in a dream.

I fly, I cry,
I run, I die;
all in the realm
where shadows collide.

The wind speaks in sighs,
and the stars wear my name,
lost between moments
where nothing's the same.

I rise from the earth,
I fall through the sky,
a fleeting existence
that can never deny.

I am, and I am not,
in the space between breaths,
a shadow of light,
a whisper of death.

I am the dream and the wake,
the stillness and the break.
I’m caught between reality and dream,
where time and breath are never what they seem.