A whisper in a void.
When a man has lost all his senses,
Madness consumes, shattering the world's defenses.
What does he witness, in dreams so surreal?
Elevated visions of tomorrow, beyond what’s real.
Experiences unfathomable, even to the divine.
Labeled as insanity, but to him, a lifeline.
How can such innate existence give birth to a grandiose life?
Rising from the aftermath of battles lived and lost, what he seeks is just a wild comprehension.
An abstraction from meaningless despair
From the wounds that leave a scar on your soul,
From years of losing oneself into the same abyss again and again
And when pieces do fall into place, after years of going astray,
We wonder if it ever matters.
Were we there for a reason?
Who is there to decide?
Do we wander aimlessly, pawns in fate’s grand design?
Or architects of destiny, forging paths in our mind?
In the vast expanse of a limitless sky
We cling to dreams as our beacon in the night.
Strange, how hope remains a distant star.
Yet we chase its light, no matter how far.
In our humble pursuits, in our silent plea,
We persist in our little endeavors, always dreaming of a better day.
We dream of a world where hearts run free..
