Philosophical Poetry

Time bends and stretches in this reflection on existence, where questions linger and the cosmos speaks in riddles. What is the essence of being? What is the purpose behind it all?

In the silence of the stars, what do we seek?Are we the dreamers, or the dream that speaks?Each thought a ripple in an endless sea,What is existence if not a mystery? The universe hums a song unknown,We stand at the edge, but we’re never alone.A fleeting moment, yet an eternity’s embrace,We are stardust, searching for