Night, day, and light 

A lonely figure drifts, 

alone in the dark, 

untethered, 

falling 

through time. 

I watch, 

my feet heavy 

on the soil of Earth, 

but my mind weightless, 

chasing dreams 

just out of reach. 

“Do not go gentle,” 

whispers a voice, 

as if they knew, 

how often I wanted 

to do so. 

How often the gravity pulls me down, how often the weight of today, 

tries to suffocate me 

tomorrow. 

But in the vast darkness, 

a single hum, 

a signal shines bright. 

Time stretches, 

but love endures. 

I struggle. 

I wait. 

I do not know 

If black holes will bend for me, if equations will bring me home, amidst black holes’ pull and cosmic fear, if endurance alone is enough. 

But I know 

I will not stop. 

I will not give up 

to the silence between the stars 

Because even drifting stars 

carve paths unknown—

I move forward. 

I move forward. 

I move forward.