The cosmos churns, a tempest’s roar,
A vast expanse where black holes war.
We plead for reason in dying suns,
And truth dissolves where chaos runs.

But hush—the stars still hum their tune,
A cosmic dance ‘round sun and moon.
Where constellations drift apart,
Solitude cradles the aching heart.

As entropy gnaws and structures bend,
The void becomes a steadfast friend.
For every atom’s whispered song
Tells of where all things belong.

In the cracks where madness creeps,
A quiet truth the cosmos keeps:
We’re stardust forged from ancient flame,
To love, to lose, to carve a name.

So when the world forgets its rhyme,
And seconds bleed to stolen time,
Remember—you are not alone;
The universe has called you home.