In the quiet moments of the night,
Where shadows dance and thoughts take flight,
I ponder life’s unending quest,
A search for meaning, an endless test.

Beneath the stars, the ancient sky,
I ask the questions, who am I?
A fleeting whisper in the grand design,
Yet hoping still for a sign divine.

The universe, vast and unconfined,
Reflects the turmoil of the mind.
In chaos, I seek a thread, a line,
To weave a purpose, a reason, a sign.

Alone in crowds, in silence found,
I seek the answers, profound and sound.
In existential riddle, I find my way,
To embrace life’s dance, come what may.