Ink And Reason

In the ocean’s depths, my mental foot, 
A wanderer’s imprint on cosmic shores, 
Where starlight weaves its silver thread, 
Guiding me through tempests and ancient wars.

What am I seeking in this realm of woes, 
Where scents and breezes whisper secrets? 
Perhaps redemption, or forgotten dreams, 
Lost like driftwood in the tides’ currents.

Once, I thrived when you were absent, 
A solitary echo in the vast expanse, 
A stain of air beneath circling vultures, 
Feeding on remnants of hope and chance.

To be human—a fragile existence, 
Each heartbeat, an alignment of pains, 
Yet the gift of words, a double-edged sword, 
For silence harbors truths beyond confinement.

And so, I grapple with existence’s paradox, 
Yearning for meaning, yet fearing the void, 
In this cosmic dance, my soul pirouettes, 
Balancing on the edge where stars die.