Dan Enache Poet Free verse

Life has no meaning, but it is worth living

Life has no meaning, but it is worth living,
on the condition that you recognize it has no meaning.
And I walk through the empty streets of my mind,
through the labyrinth of thoughts that intertwine and unravel,
a dance of shadows and lights,
a symphony of melancholy,
as if every step I take is an echo of eternity,
a murmur of falling stars.
When I look into the mirror of time,
I see old and new faces,
faces bearing the imprints of past decades,
smiles swept away by the wind of forgetfulness,
tears evaporating in the cold air of memories,
and yet I continue to walk, to breathe,
to feel the warmth of the sun on my skin,
even though I know the sun will set and night will come again.
I stretch my hands towards the cloudy sky,
touching the leaden clouds floating above me like heavy thoughts,
but in that weight, I find a beauty, a peace,
a hidden magic in every raindrop that falls on the thirsty earth,
a dance of life and death,
a poem written with invisible ink.
I run through the forests of dreams,
among the trees that raise their arms towards infinity,
their roots deeply embedded in the soil of reality,
and I wonder if meaning is just a mirage,
an illusion created by our minds to feel less lost,
less alone in this vast and silent universe,
where every star is a point of light in a sea of darkness.
But even in this lack of meaning,
I find reasons to smile,
to laugh, to love, to live,
for each day is a new story, a new chapter,
a new chance to discover hidden wonders in the mundane everyday,
in simple gestures and fleeting glances,
in the comforting touch of a friend,
in the gentle whispers of the wind that tells me the secrets of eternity.

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