In the vast expanse of time we tread,
Where fleeting moments forge ahead,
Each dawn that breaks, a whisper’s breath,
A transient dance with looming death.

The stars that glimmer, cold and far,
Remind us how small we are,
In cycles of a cosmic play,
We’re echoes, lost along the way.

Ambitions rise, then fade to dust,
Dreams unravel, hearts adjust,
In pursuit of meaning, paths entwine,
Yet all converge on the same line.

For life’s a flame that soon will cease,
A brief interlude, devoid of peace,
In the end, all we accrue,
Is a silent, endless, futile view.