#echooooooooooooo

A flicker of light that fades so fast?

Am I thread in a cosmic weave,

A moment forgotten when I leave?

Do the stars above care that I'm here,

Or am I lost in their distant sphere?

The moon rises, the tides obey,

Unmoved by the things I do or say.

If I vanish, would rivers still flow,

Would the winds carry on, would anyone know?

The sun would still climb, the earth would still spin,

Indifferent to the battles I hold within.

Am I just a thought that drifts through time,

A fleeting echo, a nameless rhyme?

Do my actions ripple, do they endure,

Or dissolve in silence, faint and obscure?

Each step I take feels weightless, unsure,

A quest for meaning I cannot secure.

Do I create purpose where none exists,

Or chase a shadow through mists and twists?

I touch the air, but my grasp is thin,

What lies beyond, beneath my skin?

Do I carry worth that's mine alone,

Or is value a mirror, a reflection thrown?

If I am forgotten, would the world change,

Or remain unshaken, steadfast, and strange?

Am I the silence that fills the void,

A fleeting presence, easily destroyed?

My voice, does it matter, my heart, does it see,

Anything more than the fragility of me?

The nights grow long, the questions grow near,

Whispered doubts I can barely hear.

Why do I search, what am I trying to find,

A purpose outside, or a truth in my mind?

Do I matter at all, or am I just air,

A breath in the chaos, unaware?

Why do I exist, what is this game,

Am I a spark or merely a name?

The echoes remain, an endless chatter,