Needle's Eye

A shadow moves across the sun, A fleeting breath, a race begun. We weave our lives in threads of gold, Yet every strand must still grow old. The clock it ticks, the chime resounds, Through hallowed halls, the void surrounds. What is this life, this fleeting spark? A beacon bright, or kindled dark? Oh, the wheel it turns, the river flows, Through every heart its mystery grows. We seek the stars, we dig the ground, In silence, still, no answers found. Is there a voice beyond the veil? A dream that lifts, a love that fails? The thread unwinds, the needle's eye, Do we ascend, or do we die? The preacher prays for light divine, The poet drinks from shadowed wine. Philosophers in circles spin, A dance of doubt that pulls us in. The angels whisper, demons roar, Are we the storm, or heaven's door? Each question cuts, each answer wanes, Through life's refrain, the echo remains. Oh, the wheel it turns, the river flows, Through every heart its mystery grows. We seek the stars, we dig the ground, In silence, still, no answers found. Is there a voice beyond the veil? A dream that lifts, a love that fails? The thread unwinds, the needle's eye, Do we ascend, or do we die? Through ashes rise the seeds of birth, Each ending folds into the earth. A circle, vast, no start, no end, Are we the arc, or just pretend? The light that blinds, the dark that heals, A sacred truth the wound reveals. No boundary holds the soul confined, The thread endures, though undefined. Oh, the wheel it turns, the river flows, Through every heart its mystery grows. We seek the stars, we dig the ground, In silence, still, no answers found. Is there a voice beyond the veil? A dream that lifts, a love that fails? The thread unwinds, the needle's eye, Do we ascend, or do we die? And when the curtain falls at last, The future blinks, becomes the past. We are the dream, the fleeting gleam, The endless thread in time's great scheme.