Is Life But A Dream

Is life but a dream, a fleeting illusion? Death the only reality, our silent conclusion. In the depths of despair, hope finds solace. In the throes of darkness, love traces. Time dances swiftly, taking no measure, Moments slip away, lost in treasure. Whispers of destiny echo in the night, Guiding our steps, towards the light. Joy and sorrow entwined, like a braid, Seeking balance amidst the charade. Stars gleam above, painting the sky, As dreams unfold, we learn to fly. From ashes we rise, like the phoenix so bold, Seeking purpose in stories yet untold. With every breath, a story unfolds, Like Shakespearean tales, with dialogue unforetold. In silence we ponder, our souls intertwined, Seeking answers within, whispers of the divine. Seek not for power, nor riches untold, Fill your heart instead, with kindness and gold. Through laughter and tears, in cycles we find, Life's paradoxes, captivating our mind. Through bitter winters, springs will arise, Renewing our spirits, in the blink of our eyes. For life is a lesson, an eternal embrace, Seen through the veil of time and space. Is life but a dream, a fleeting illusion? Death the only reality, our silent conclusion.