On the road to truth, the journey begins with timid steps

On the road to truth, the journey begins with timid steps, A pilgrimage to the edge of solitude, where silence sings, The examined life stretches like an endless road under the vast sky, A long journey among the shadows of fading thoughts. In the quest for truth, I gaze into the mirror of time, Where reflections dance like specters on a frozen lake, My truth becomes a treasure hidden beneath veils of mist, A pale flame that illuminates only the path to oneself. On the roadside, where solitude stretches its arms, I stop to listen to the whispers of the wind carrying news, Here, my truth sits beside me, a silent companion, An unseen friend who whispers stories from other lives. The burden of searching becomes light as a feather carried by the wind, And the soul finds solace in the melancholy of the evening, Where stars draw maps of unfulfilled dreams, And the moon watches over like a gentle mother above the sleeping world. Truth, a diamond hidden deep within my heart, Gleams timidly under the light of late understanding, And though the journey has left me bare at the roadside, I feel my spirit filled with the eternal song of the universe. In the stream of consciousness, thoughts fly free like birds, On the wings of time unfolding like an ancient scroll, And even if I am left with only truth and nothing else, I embrace solitude as an old friend of my soul.