In the quiet moments of the night,
When shadows dance with the light,
I ponder the vastness of my being,
Seeking truth in what I’m seeing.
The world spins in endless motion,
Yet I’m lost in my own ocean,
Drifting through the void of time,
Searching for a reason, a sign.
Every step a question posed,
Every breath a mystery enclosed,
Am I merely dust in the wind,
Or a soul with purpose pinned?
In the silence of my mind,
Answers are elusive, hard to find,
But in this journey, I persist,
Embracing the essence of existentialist.