Meaning in the Cracks

Awake to the sound of a world half asleep. The clock keeps

on ticking, the meaning runs deep. Another gray morning, another lost chance.

Dreams fade like shadows that won't learn to dance. I walk through

the motions, I talk to the void. Each word feels like paper already

destroyed. What's the use of breathing when nothing's to gain?

Every sunrise just colors the pain. But something inside whispers,

faint through the noise. A flicker, a tremor, a choice.

Maybe the meaning's not carved in the sky. Maybe it lives in the tears