Some beings belong neither to society nor to dreams

Some beings belong neither to society nor to dreams, They belong to an isolated fate, to an unknown hope. Their open acts seem anterior to the first accusations of time and the apathy of the heavens. It occurs to no one to employ them. The future melts before their gaze. They are the noblest and the most disquieting. Some of them have been forced into that fate with no choice of their own. Now they are mostly invisible and neglected by society, as if they do not exist. In the stream of consciousness, images from another plane come to mind, A place where time and space become shifting sands, Where beings, with their long shadows and vague faces, Live on the edges of realities, between the light of dreams and the darkness of indifference. Born in the enigma of the unknown, destined to wander through an incomprehensible universe, Each of their steps is a note in a cosmic symphony, A music of silence, unsung, yet present in every corner of existence. Society passes by them like the wind through a slumbering forest, Whispering through their entire essence, ignoring them as if they were shadows of the night. In the melancholy of these beings, we find an incomparable nobility, Their eyes see beyond appearances, in that fracture of light where the real meets the imaginary, The arches of the future open and close, melting before their gaze, A gaze that penetrates through the veil of time and space, Deep into an abyss that holds all the lost answers. Some were pushed into this fate without choosing their path, Like birds falling into the invisible nets of fate, Now they are spectres in modern society, avoided and forgotten, Like memories from a dream left to fade before the dawn of day. Are these beings the mirror of a higher truth? Or merely shadows in the theater of human absurdity? I know there is something in their eyes, a calm flame, yet infinitely strong, A perpetual fire of understanding, of knowledge, Which resists being captured in simple words or routine acts. Within each of them, light and darkness dance in a precarious balance, A waltz of stars and silence, a world without borders or clear rules. They are poets in exile, philosophers of shadows, Souls carrying their dreams in the silence of their hearts, Ignored by the noise of daily life, unseen by the blind eyes of the crowd. Here, in this realm on the edge of existence, Where hope finds its nest in unfulfilled dreams, They live, love, and die, infinite yet finite, In a story told beyond time and space, Legends of a world that finds no home in the heart of society, But have their roots deeply embedded in the fabric of eternity, Where each gaze becomes a gateway to infinity.