In shadows cast by fleeting time,
Existence weaves its twisted rhyme.
Silent echoes of a purpose lost,
A dance with the void, at what cost?

Whispers linger, questions persist,
In the hollows where meaning twists.
Stars above, indifferent eyes,
Witness to our futile cries.

Philosophy's maze, a relentless game,
Seeking truths, but finding only shame.
Illusions...