Maybe It s Me

Turn around, oh stranger, so unknown,
Your face is a shadow, your heart's overthrown.
In the silence you wander, lost and alone,
Whispers of time in the twilight are sown.

A mystery bound in the dusk's tender light,
Your eyes hold a story that shuns the night.
Come closer, let fate decide if it's right,
For the road you're on fades out of sight.

The look in your eyes is so familiar,
Like a memory lost, yet so singular.
A spark in the dark, both strange and clear,
Tells tales of a time when we were near.

A glance that lingers, a silent call,
Echoes of moments we can't recall.
In your gaze, I see it still—
A love that once lived, but time did kill.

Maybe it's me, when I was younger,
Chasing the wind, with dreams to hunger.
A spark in my soul, a fire so bright,
Now flickering faintly in the dead of night.

Perhaps I see the echoes of who I was,
Before time and age took their quiet pause.
A shadow of youth, of wild and free,
Now gazing back through eyes of memory.

We don't always recognize ourselves,
Lost in the pages, where time dispels.
Familiar faces, but foreign too,
As if we’re strangers in the skin we knew.

A twist of fate, a shift in the mind,
Leaves pieces behind we struggle to find.
In the mirror's gaze, who do we see?
A ghost of the past or the future yet to be?