My Past Life

In the silence of forgotten years, I trace the echoes, soft and clear. A soul once roamed in lands untold, In dreams of silver, stories bold. The shadows whisper of times long past, Of love and loss that didn’t last. A different face, a different name, Yet something lingers, still the same. I walked through streets I can’t recall, Felt every rise, each gentle fall. Faces fade like distant stars, But their presence leaves invisible scars. The air was thick with hopes and fears, A lifetime spent in joyful tears. I saw the world with younger eyes, Underneath those ever-changing skies. In the depths of a quiet mind, There lies a truth I cannot find. Perhaps I lived, or maybe dreamed, In another life, or so it seemed. The past, a mirror cracked with age, Each fragment holds a hidden page. I wonder now, as shadows creep, What secrets from my past still sleep. Is it me who’s left behind, Or a glimpse of someone else’s mind? A puzzle locked, a mystery true, The echoes of a life I once knew.