In the stillness of the night, thoughts arise,
Questions woven in the fabric of the soul,
The dance of shadows and light, a silent guise,
Guiding us through the vast, infinite whole.

What is truth, but a fleeting glimpse of now,
A whisper in the wind, a moment’s grace?
In the mirror of existence, we bow,
Seeking meaning in time’s relentless race.

The universe, a cosmic tapestry,
Threads of destiny intertwined in fate,
In every heartbeat, echoes of what might be,
A journey through the veils of love and hate.

Yet in these musings, we find our own light,
A beacon in the darkness of the mind,
In the dance of shadows, we take flight,
Embracing the mysteries we hope to find.