A question stirs within the dark, before the mind can see,
A silent urge that shapes the void, and births reality.
From nothingness, a spark—the universe erupts in storm,
A world begins from scattered dust, and slowly, life takes form.

We peer through fractured shadows, seeking patterns in the void—
Each answer forms a question, each certainty destroyed.
The cosmos speaks in paradox, in riddles veiled from sight;
Every truth, once grasped, dissolves into the blackness of the night.

Time flows in one direction, yet its meaning slips away,
A river with no source or end, yet never seems to stay.
Moments gather, scatter, merge, and memory drifts behind,
While future shapes stay out of reach, a mystery to the mind.

Is space a boundless open sea, or folded on itself?
Are there unseen connections, hidden tunnels, secret shelves?
Perhaps the world is many worlds, all layered and intertwined,
A prism spun with secret doors, each facet undefined.

Infinity invites the mind to ponder what is real,
For every edge we think we find, another will reveal.
The universe expands and bends, its secrets never done,
A kaleidoscope of shifting forms, yet always only one.

And in this vast, unfolding web, what meaning might we find?
A fleeting chance to wonder, love, to question and be kind.
For though our lives are brief and small against the endless night,
We are the way the cosmos dreams, and brings itself to light.