Maybe 42

Verse 1 Nothingness whispers in the darkened room, A Camus monologue etched into my gloom. Is life absurd, or do we dare pretend? Sisyphus smiles, rolling stones that never end. A fleeting spark in an endless void, The weight of meaning we can’t avoid. Sartre said, "Freedom’s a heavy chain," But choice is all we’ve got in this game. Pre-Chorus The stars don’t care, they just burn bright, No answer waiting in the endless night. But still, we ask, we search, we fight, Hoping to turn chaos into light. Chorus Maybe 42 is all we need, A joke in the fabric of a cosmic creed. Nihilism smiles, but I won’t kneel, I’ll carve my meaning, make it real. In a universe so vast and cold, The story’s mine to shape, to hold. Verse 2 Existence laid bare, a cosmic jest, The void stares back, unamused at best. Hitch a ride on this galactic plane, The dolphins left, but we remain. We’re poets, players, seekers of truth, Constructing purpose from a shattered youth. The plague of reason, the weight of doubt, Yet, in the silence, we scream it out. Pre-Chorus The stars don’t care, they just collide, Black holes dance where gods once died. But still, we ask, we dream, we stride, Through absurdity, with stubborn pride. Chorus Maybe 42 is all we need, A joke in the fabric of a cosmic creed. Nihilism smiles, but I won’t kneel, I’ll carve my meaning, make it real. In a universe so vast and cold, The story’s mine to shape, to hold. Bridge What if the answer's not to seek, But to embrace the fragile, the weak? We’re stardust spinning, caught in time, Each fleeting heartbeat, a gift divine. Let Sartre’s burden weigh us down, Or laugh it off like a paper crown. We’re here, we’re now, we’re all we’ve got, In this fleeting moment, we find our plot. Outro So I’ll raise a glass to the great unknown, To Camus, to Sartre, and to paths we’ve sown. Maybe the meaning’s just to be, In love with the chaos, wild and free. Because if life’s absurd and dreams are dust, Then I’ll create a meaning I can trust.