The muffled footsteps echo,
Dragging my weary soul.
I hesitate, a reluctant dance,
In the melodrama of existence.

I long for the vibrant whispers,
Of dreams yet to awaken,
Yet my steps falter,
In the shadows of doubt.

But life insists on blooming,
Its colors like thorny petals,
Unfurling in reluctant splendor,
Against my...