The way I see can shape the day,
turn shadowed nights to softer gray,
what feels like loss may gently show
a hidden strength I’ve yet to know.

Each angle that my thoughts pursue
becomes the path I wander through,
for mind and meaning intertwine,
and bend the threads of space and time.

No truth stands still within my sight,
it shifts with how I face the light,
and in that quiet, fluid view
I find a self both deep and new.

A subtle power, still yet bright,
lives in the lens that frames my sight,
for what I see—and how I do
becomes the world returning true.