There are echoes inside me. Millions of resounding chimes.
That speak of rising futurescapes and tempermental climbs.
These eyes reflect my vibrancy.
This laughter, my starlit song.
Each dimple writes a symphony.
That sings my soul along.
These echoes, they enfold me.
Time slips from my embrace. These times may melt and mold me.
But, these dreams are mine to chase.