Who?

Who are we, but whispers of stardust woven into fragile skin,

Flesh and thought, caught between eternity’s infinite spin?

We are the scars of battles fought within silent, unseen wars,

And the light that spills when love unlocks hidden doors.

We are wanderers, mapping meaning in a cosmos vast and cold,

Chasing shadows of truths that slip through fingers bold.

Dreamers, creators, bearers of pain and joy entwined,

Each heart a universe, uncharted, undefined.

We are the questions, the answers, the stories untold,

Fleeting, enduring, in the cradle of time we hold.