In the space between thoughts,
between the beats—
time approaches, a gentle breeze
that whispers of what could have been.
We are all wanderers here; sailing in flecks of starlight,
echoes of lives unlived
and breaths taken in quiet solitude.
Breath of the Moon: Imagine her glow, feel her pull, crafting tides within.
Each step upon this path,
a note in the symphony of silence,
resonating deeply—
a question without answer:
Why do we wander?
Perhaps, to find the fragments of ourselves.
Another path, another question.