In the expanse of purposeless existence,
We drift, untethered, searching for guidance.
Hope, a distant memory, elusive, unattainable,
No laughter escapes our lips on this path.
Days and nights merge, a stifling haze,
Smothering our spirits, blurring meaning.
Like fragile smoke, meaning slips away,
Leaving us grasping at intangible wisps.
Yearning for significance, a flicker of light,
Darkness envelops, veiling our sight.
No stars guide...
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