The Infinite Loop
The cycle, relentless, not worth the run,
spiraling, looping, leading nowhere,
step out of the race, leave it all behind,
get off the train on this endless track.
Made by geniuses, visionaries of old,
who thought life was a loop that keeps repeating,
where hearts beat in a rapid, tireless drum,
chasing horizons they never find.
In the pursuit of endless creation,
we forgot about finding calm,
look up, to the wide-open sky,
where stars hum in quiet release.
In this stillness, away from the rush,
we find comfort in the cosmic embrace.
In the quiet of the endless night,
our spirits feel at peace with starlight.
In this silent universe, time stops,
our hearts match with a universal will.
In the vast, starry sea, we finally see,
in its boundless depths, we are truly free.
