Portuguese man-o-war

 
Who are we, lost in the vastness?
Sailing on seas without a compass.
From the first moment, the first breath.
In a labyrinth of doubts and shadows.
 
Wandering souls in search of meaning.
We cling to the intangible.
Desperate for answers,
in an indifferent and silent world.
 
Days drag on and nights collapse
in a relentless cycle of uncertainty.
We scream into the void, crying out for direction
but the echo is all that returns to us.
 
Heavy hearts and exhausted minds.
We walk among the ruins of no-tomorrow
Waiting for a glimmer of clarity...
May it never rain on our heads.
 
Who are we but fragments of stars?
Fallen into chaos, looking for a non-end.
A reason, a purpose, an anchor.
In an endless sky-ocean.
 
And so, we continue, in contained despair.
Feet sunk in the sand of destiny.
Longing for a hand to guide us
in the aimless vastness...
from the first second.