In the quiet whispers of the night,
When stars converse in silent flight,
I ponder on the essence deep within,
The fragile dance of life and sin.

Shadows cast by fleeting dreams,
Reflect the world, or so it seems,
Each step a journey to unknown lands,
Guided by unseen, cosmic hands.

Questions rise like morning mist,
In search of truths that can’t exist,
A quest for meaning, a search for why,
Beneath the vast, unending sky.

And as the dawn begins to break,
I feel the weight of choices make,
In every breath, a universe unfolds,
The story of existence, forever told.