Absurdity

At midnight, I stood on the edge of what I knew,
And gazed into the abyss of a world that was silent, like Eternity.
“What is the meaning?” I whispered quietly. Only the echo of emptiness
Smiled at me from the shadows, becoming my mirror.

No words, no illusions. Only the night, which says
That life is the dream of the sleepless, and death is the dream of those who sleep.
I beg – give me an answer! But in the darkness,
there are only questions that coil in spirals,

Like a snake eating its own tail.
No gods, no salvation – only a boredom that kills.
And the absurd – a cold sentinel at the grave of our days.
Then, standing quietly at the edge of the chasm of meaning,

I realized that this is freedom – not to wait for answers.
Perhaps the void is the refuge that our souls were seeking,
Weary of living in a world without purpose? Smiling like a madman,
I stepped into the dark depth, understanding that existence is a question without an end.