In the silent whispers of the night,
Thoughts weave through the eternal web,
Questions dance in shadows of the mind,
Seeking truths amidst the cosmic thread.

The stars above, silent witnesses to time,
Reflect the mysteries we yearn to know,
Their light, a guide through endless rhyme,
In the vastness where wisdom grows.

Each breath, a moment of fleeting grace,
A pause in the infinite symphony’s flow,
In the mirror of the soul, we trace,
The reflections of what we strive to show.

Yet, in the heart of this grand illusion,
We find solace in the unknown’s embrace,
For in each question lies the fusion,
Of dreams and reality’s gentle chase.