I walk this road, it's mine alone,
Paths untraveled, seeds unsown.
Echoes of whispers, in the wind they roam,
Tales of a heart, in search of home.
'Cause I'm just a traveler on life's highway,
With my own truths, I stand astray.
Not just a verse in the book of time,
But a story told, in my own rhyme.
I've seen the highs, felt the lows,
Rode the waves as the river flows.
In the mirror, a face that knows,
The weight of words, when silence grows.
No borrowed wisdom, no echoed lines,
Just raw emotions, in these confines.
A canvas blank, my soul defines,
With every stroke, my essence shines.
'Cause I'm just a traveler on life's highway,
With my own truths, I stand astray.
Not just a verse in the book of time,
But a story told, in my own rhyme.
So here I stand, no guise, no screen,
With every scar and dream unseen.
I am the voice, the quiet scream,
Living life, not someone's dream.