For the world, we care of.
In the realm of the sunβs last bow, Lies a question, subtle, in whispered glow, βWhat Comes Next?β echoed with no shadows. A riddle of time, swathed in cosmos.
Dances the dawn, in gentle sweep, Across the horizon, where secrets seep, In every second, in each soft breath, Hums the hint, of life and death.
The moon ascends, stars unfurl, All a part of this spinning twirl, In silent scream, cometβs journey afar, Ask the universe, what we truly are.
βReality fades, dreams take pretext, In the end, dear wanderer, What Comes Next?β Decipher timeβs maze, in endless quest, For uncloaked is the future, to those who reflect.
Life is the riddle, we strive to text, Burdened by the enigma, βWhat Comes Next?β
Only those who dare to see, Unravel the crypt, and unveil the mystery.