Day Swirls

O ye who question your place in the vastness,

who seek meaning in the ceaseless swirl of days,

amid passing faces,

each with their own story, and silent struggles, and fleeting triumphs.

The citysurf hums with life, an orchestra of existence,

and in this symphony, you are a part, a voice,

not forgotten, not drowned, but essential.

The doubt, the weariness, the questions that linger,

they too are part of the Tapestry, woven into the fabric of being.

And what of you? What of your place?

Amid the lyrics, the chorus of life, you, too, are a verse,

a line, a vital thread, adding dimensions to the whole.

So, take heart, ye who ponder and seek,

for the answer lies in the act of living,

in the embrace of the fleeting,

a recognition of your own presence.