Between Nothing And Meaning
Look at the sky, it never ends,
No start, no finish it ever sends.
And here we are, so small, so brief,
Holding on tightly to every grief.
But maybe this endless, quiet sky,
Was never meant to pass us by.
Maybe it watches, maybe it knows,
The way a fragile heartbeat grows.
Stars are born and stars will die,
Without a reason, without a why.
And just like them, we fade away,
A fleeting thought in time’s long day.
Yet in this fading, there is art,
A quiet meaning in every heart.
If nothing mattered, tell me then,
Why do we feel so deeply when?
You feel because you think too much,
You give your pain a heavier touch.
Let go of meaning, let things be,
Life is lighter when you’re free.
But if I let go, what remains?
A life without love, without its pains?
If nothing matters, why do I care,
Why does your absence feel unfair?
Because you’re human, built to feel,
To chase illusions that seem so real.
But truth is cold, and truth is this
We are just time that we can’t fix.
Then why does time feel soft with you?
Why does your silence break me through?
If we are nothing, passing by,
Why does it hurt this much to say goodbye?
Because you hold what won’t stay still,
You try to bend the world to will.
Let it all go, don’t ask it why,
Just live your moment, then let it die.
Or maybe the moment is all we are,
A fragile light, a living star.
Not here by chance, not here alone,
But here to feel, to call this home.