Like a fearless moon that weeps on lonely nights,
You don't possess sorrow, just shimmering lights.
No profound purpose, merely celestial art,
Yet you inquire of me, a curious heart.
I'd say enigmatic suits you quite well,
In a realm of mysteries where secrets swell.
Curved constellations, a cosmic ballet,
Within the vast tapestry of Milky Way.
In the interstellar dance of time and space,
Invisible hands perform an endless chase.
Amidst the void, a yearning undertone,
To fathom truths concealed, yet to be known.
A realm where quarks and atoms intertwine,
Beneath the surface of life's grand design.
Particles waltz, an intricate display,
In the symphony of existence they play.
A digital age, where screens hold our gaze,
Interactions hidden, lost in a daze.
Silent voices whisper through the pixel haze,
A world of connections in a virtual maze.
Pending, a future undefined, untold,
Where stories unfold, and mysteries enfold.
In this silent era, we stand suspended,
Awaiting the next chapter, the world's mended.