This quiet breath, a fleeting spark,
Ignites a question in the dark.
What purpose guides this strange design,
This conscious flicker, truly mine?
No pre-spun tale, no whispered plea,
No illusion can hold me.
The path unwinds, each step unknown,
A silent seed that I have sown.
No grander script, no hidden play,
Just simply being, day by day.
No illusion can hold me.
A tremor stirs, a knowing deep,
Of endless voids where shadows sleep.
No grand design, no destined sweep,
Just this moment, mine to keep.
This stark reality sets me free:
No illusion can hold me.
