Each step a sigh, a fleeting breath,
In the spiral's dance, where life meets death.
Pointless whispers in the cosmic air,
As we move down, a staircase of despair.
Down the spiral staircase, we cascade,
Through realms of meaninglessness, unafraid.
A cosmic ballet, a descent profound,
In the echo of futility, our steps resound.
Pointless echoes reverberate, a silent wail,
As shadows cast illusions, and hopes set sail.
Yet in the depths of darkness, a paradox blooms,
A beauty in despair, where sorrow consumes.
In the descent, find solace, find grace,
As we spiral through space, in this endless chase.
Life may be pointless, but within the ride,
Lie moments of joy, where love and hope reside.
In the shadows of existence, we descend,
Down a spiral staircase, where meanings blend.
Life, a cosmic paradox, a pointless waltz,
Echoes of purpose lost, in endless faults.
Because In this pointless swirl down the abyss
We often forgot that there is a beginning
Looking back at the journey
It may have been pointless
But the swirl from seeing it down there
Become an endless twirl going round and round and
Those memories embedded in became
Much more than meaningless
Down the spiral, we move in rhythmic trance,
Accepting life's pointless, relentless dance.
Yet within the descent, a chance to find,
Meaning in moments, in ties that bind.
Life may be pointless, but within the ride,
Lie moments of joy, where love and hope reside.
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