The bright sun rises high,

then slowly sinks down west.

What meaning hides within? The cycle never ends.

We search for truth in words,

and find answers in faith.

We seek the peace within us, though doubts cloud our minds.

The stars light up the sky,

so distant and so cold.

Do they reveal our fate, or leave us lost, alone?

In the quiet night’s still,

we ponder on our souls.

What purpose drives our steps, or is it all for naught?