Clouds of thought drift by, ever-changing and vain.
Planets of passion ignite and then fade,
Stars of ambition rise, their brilliance displayed.
Yet the vastness persists, a canvas so grand,
Yet the vastness persists, a canvas so grand,
Untouched by the dramas that play at hand.
For I am the witness, the soul that observes,
Desires and fears in a constant display.
Dreams take flight, like birds on the breeze,
But I am the sky, not the leaves in the trees.
Striving for stillness, a silence profound,
Striving for stillness, a silence profound,
I yearn to see what lies beyond, unconstrained, unbound.
But in the void's echo, a truth comes to light,
The observer is present, distinct from the night.
The "I" that remains, though the world may depart,
The "I" that remains, though the world may depart,
Holds the potential for a brand new start.
For in the vast emptiness, a promise takes hold,
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