In the quiet whispers of the night,
Where shadows and light intertwine,
The questions of existence take flight,
Dancing in the corridors of the mind.

What is the nature of our being,
In this vast, infinite universe?
Are we but fleeting moments, fleeing,
Or are we eternal, bound by verse?

Through the lens of philosophy, we peer,
Seeking truths both grand and small,
In the search for meaning, we steer,
Guided by wisdom’s eternal call.

So let us ponder, let us dream,
In the realm where thought is free,
For in the dance of existence, it would seem,
Lies the essence of our humanity.