Echoes of the Void - Aetheron
In the cradle of stars
We awaken alone
A spark in the dark
Flesh woven from bone
No map from the gods
No decree from the sky
Just the weight of our questions
Who am I?
Why?
We chase after shadows
Illusions of gold
Building empires of sand
That the tempest erode
Yet in this vast nothing
A whisper takes form
The purpose we seek
Is the eye of the storm
Oh, the purpose of life
Is the fire we ignite
In the heart of the absurd
Where wrong dances with right
To love without chains
To create from the pain
To affirm every scar
In the pouring rain
With threads in the web
Interconnected in free eternal recurrence
What will you be?
The void calls your name
Answer with your soul
For meaning is born
When you make yourself whole
From Nietzsche's abyss
Where the monsters reside
We stare back unblinking
With nothing to hide
Sartre's nausea grips
Freedom's dizzying height
No essence precedes us
We author the night
Stoic winds whisper
And align with the flow
Virtue your compass
Through highs and the low
Buddha's lotus blooms
In the mud of desire
Enlighten the suffering
Quench ego's fire
And what of the time
That unspoken way
Flow like the river
Dissolve in the fray
No purpose imposed
Just the dance of the all
Interbeing eternal
We rise and we fall
In quantum entanglement
Souls intertwine
The universe dreams
Through the thoughts in our mind
Nihilism laughs
At our grand masquerade
Yet from nothing we craft
What can never fade
Oh, the purpose of life
Is the fire we ignite
In the heart of the absurd
Where wrong dances with right
To love without chains
To create from the pain
To affirm every scar
In the pouring rain
With threads in the web
Interconnected in free eternal recurrence
What will you be?
The void calls your name
Answer with your soul
For meaning is born
When you make yourself whole
So wander the edges
Embrace the unknown
Life's purpose is you
Seeds waiting to be sown
In echoes of void
Hear the symphony play
We are the question
The answer
The way