In the silence of the night, I ponder,
Beneath the stars, my thoughts wander,
Seeking meaning in a vast expanse,
Life’s purpose, a fleeting dance.

Shadows of doubt, they often loom,
In the heart’s deep, a quiet gloom,
Questions rise, as whispers in the dark,
What is life, but a transient spark?

The universe, an endless mystery,
We are but specks in its history,
Yet in our hearts, a yearning grows,
To understand, to know, to expose.

Amidst the chaos, we find our way,
Through the night, into the day,
Embracing the unknown, we stand tall,
In the grand scheme, we are but small.