In the labyrinth of endless nights,
We wander without a guiding star,
Questions echo in the silent heights,
Who are we, and what are we from afar?
Beneath the veil of azure sky,
We seek purpose in fleeting dreams,
The answers hide in shadows sly,
Elusive as the moon’s pale beams.
On the edge of existence, we stand,
Feeling the weight of time’s cruel hand,
In the vast desert of shifting sand,
Searching for meaning in this barren land.
Yet in this void, we must create,
Our meanings, our truths, our fate,
For in our hearts, lies the gate,
To find purpose before it’s too late.