Why am I alive, in this vast expanse?
A speck of dust whirling in cosmic dance.
To seek purpose, meaning, or just to survive?
To love, to create, to make my soul thrive.
In every heartbeat, a glimpse of destiny.
Why am I alive, I humbly query.
To find my place, to leave a lasting mark,
In this grand symphony, embracing the dark.
© millie raybould