Life leaves voids in its dance,
a song, a chat, once sufficed.
But there are moments where the void prevails,
destroying, a reflection on faces in the street.
Every day, nothing extends its web,
it traps us all with its subtle power.
A desire to fill up like a gas tank,
it depletes quickly, more empty than full.
What is lost in that clash with nothingness?
At what moment does the farewell occur?
Moments repeat, an endless cycle,
the void takes its place, growing endlessly.
Survival remains, improving the path,
but it returns, attacks us with its offering.
Life, full of good promises,
seems immutable, without complete answers.
