Merlin

[Verse 1] Old Merlin pulls his star-cloak tight, His beard is dusted silver-bright. He stirs the brew in crystal bowls, And reads the tales on cosmic scrolls. The question hums inside his chest, “What spins the worlds? What lights the sun? What song began when time begun?" [Chorus] Oh, wand aloft and staff held high, He paints equations in the sky! With runes of light and whispered charms, He holds the universe in his arms. He peers through lenses, clear and grand, At stardust clutched in his old hand. The meaning whispers, just out of reach, A secret that the galaxies teach. [Bridge] His tower glows with mystic fire, He maps the dark and vast desire. Is it a number, pure and deep? A promise that the old gods keep? Or just the *search*, the magic's hum, The wonder that the answers come... Not as an end, but as the *way* To greet each new unfolding day? [End] He walks through nebulae like mist, Where newborn constellations twist. He asks the comets, swift and cold, He asks the stories planets hold. Black holes just grin with endless night, And quasars blaze with blinding light, But none can answer true and clear, The "why" that brought existence here.