What whispers through the cosmic sea,
A question posed eternally?
We grasp at stars and chase the sun,
Yet know not why our race is run.

The senses bind, the passions sway,
We build our castles of decay,
Is knowledge but a fleeting stream,
A chase for phantoms in a dream?

Perhaps the good, the true, the right,
Are but illusions in the night,
And life’s a stage, a movie screen,
Where fate decides the script unseen.

Yet in the depths, a flicker lies,
A yearning for the unbound skies,
To break the chains, to see, to know,
If seeds of purpose lie below.

Surely in virtue’s gentle grace,
A path to find our rightful place,
To ease the division and still the fear,
And find purity in what we hold dear.

Take courage and seek, though answers fade,
In every choice a real life is made,
To find our truth, though frail and small,
And give our fleeting lives our all.

So let us strive, with open heart,
To play in life a noble part,
And find, in every step we take,
A meaning we ourselves must make.

Though certainties wane and doubts arise,
Let kindness sparkle within our eyes,
To build a world where spirits blend,
And love transcends our mortal end.