What Are We?

Who told us roads were meant to be straight? Who saw tomorrow before today? Why does everybody rush somewhere While the sky never hurries away? ***** Do the names we leave behind disappear, Or do they echo through the years? When the city falls asleep at night, Who still listens to our fears? **** And if the answers are waiting, Why do the questions multiply? If everything is changing, Why do some feelings survive? ***** What are we? Just stories carried by the wind? Or sparks of light in the darkness Refusing to give in? ***** Who knows? How many dreams were left unnamed? How many hearts are searching still For something they can’t explain? ***** If silence had a voice of its own, What secrets would it choose to tell? And if every ending means goodbye, Why do new beginnings hide so well? ***** Why do clouds keep changing shape While the sky remains the same? Why do we look so far away When we’re trying to escape our names? ***** Maybe it’s never about the answers, Maybe it’s learning how to ask. Some doors stay closed forever, Some are better left in the past. ***** What are we? A moment flashing through the night? Or distant stars that guide each other Without knowing why? ***** Who knows… Maybe what we’re searching for Isn’t a place we’ll ever find, But a question we leave behind.