north smelt
What if it never happened, this dance of fate?
No serendipitous encounters, no twists to elate.
Life devoid of its chaotic, random spree,
A world trapped in mundane, static decree.
No lovers' rendezvous beneath the moon's soft gleam,
No broken hearts, no shattered dream.
Just a cold, indifferent cosmos, vast and bare,
No purpose, no meaning, nothing to care.
No wars to wage, no triumphs to claim,
No heroes rising, no villains to blame.
Just a silent void, indifferent to our cries,
No laughter, no tears, just endless skies.
Yet in this void, a bleak beauty may reside,
For in absence of meaning, freedom may abide.
No chains of expectation, no burdens to bear,
Just the raw essence of existence laid bare.
So what if it never happened, this grand charade?
Perhaps in the void, our solace is made.
For in the absence of purpose, we find our own,
And in the darkness, a seed of hope is sown.
proud scaffold