Our soul, a riddle within life's broad weave,
Each part a murmur of what we believe.
Unseen depths, unheard plea,
Every shard holds a secret key.
Mosaic of hopes, dread, and affection,
Crafted under the cosmic direction.
Dark and light, real and abstract,
Each fragment mirrors a distinct act.
In the mind's gentle pondering,
We piece together our soul's offering.
Each bit a memory, a mirrored section,
Constructs the enigma of our self-perception.
