In the mirror of my creation,
I see a truth I cannot escape—
A heart caught between longing and loss,
An artist lost in his own design,
Forever chasing the ghost of perfection.
But every flaw holds a story,
Every crack lets something real shine through.
So I let go, brush unsteady,
Surrendering to the chaos I once feared.
No masterpiece, no final stroke,
Just a canvas left to breathe—
Imperfect, unfinished, yet alive, complete.