On the edge of time, I stand and watch how the shadows of dreams flow
On the edge of time, I stand and watch how the shadows of dreams flow,
people carry their burdens like stars fallen from the heavens,
unraveling into the sea of endless, unanswered questions,
and I wonder if hope is just an illusion woven from broken desires.
What is life, if not a dance of contrasts, a play of shadows and light,
where some see only darkness and others just dazzling lights,
but the truth hides in shades of gray, in the silence between words,
where despair and hope merge like two rivers meeting.
He who fears the shadow of humanity embraces cowardice as a shield,
hiding behind walls built from his own fears,
but he who dreams of a better world, does he not nourish his madness?
For hope without deeds is a castle of sand in the path of life's storms.
My thoughts intertwine into a labyrinth of unresolved questions,
and I seek an answer in the silence of the night, when the moon watches the sky alone,
and I feel my heart beating in the rhythm of the universe, in search of truth,
between the despair of never finding and the hope of continuing.
Perhaps there is no answer, only a journey through the world of uncertainty,
where every step is a choice between giving up and hoping anew,
and so, I sit on the edge of time, like an eternal traveler,
at peace with the idea that life is a fragile balance between dream and reality.
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Dan Enache
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