4 - Mirrors

Intro: A fall in the rain. Puddles reflect lives Leo could have lived. ------------------------------- The road hummed under me like it knew my name. Wheels whispering belief with every mile. I didn’t look back. I didn’t doubt. The engine wasn't roaring but I was moving like I meant it. to remember. to become. The road turned to glass, then the sky broke open. One wrong lean and I was down. My hands touched the asphalt like it was something holy. And in the puddles... versions of me. Living in towns I never stopped for. Smiling sometimes, sometimes tired. But all of them breathing. All of them real. For a second, I almost envied them, The ones who stayed. The ones who built lives out of stillness. But then I noticed they fell too, In their own ways. And stood back up because they had to. Maybe no road is safer than the other. But there is one that feels like you. Mirrors on the asphalt showed me what I’m not but they also showed me, who I am. I don't walk, to remember. I walk, to become. Now the road is wet but clear. My steps aren’t loud, but they’re mine. No more running from uncertainty. No more thinking different means bad. Mirrors on the asphalt taught me not to ask if this path was worth it. I don’t walk because it’s right. I walk because it’s who I am. Now the road is wet but clear. My steps aren’t loud, but they’re mine. No more running from uncertainty. No more thinking different means bad. Mirrors on the asphalt taught me not to ask if this path was worth it. I don’t walk because it’s right. I walk because it’s who I am.