Echoes of the Self

I hear them in the silence of the night
The echoes of the self that I once knew
The fragments of the dreams that I pursued
The memories of the love that I once felt

I see them in the mirror of the day
The shadows of the self that I have lost
The traces of the scars that I have caused
The glimpses of the hope that I have left

I feel them in the depths of my soul
The echoes of the self that I still am
The essence of the fire that I still burn
The whispers of the voice that I still heed