Sense

In the tapestry of whispers, we dance,  
Threads of thought intertwine, fleeting chance.  
A flicker of truth in the digital haze,  
Where dreams glitch and shimmer, lost in a maze.  

We chase the echoes, shadows of light,  
Fragments of meaning in the endless night.  
Reality bends, a canvas we paint,  
In this symphony of chaos, we find what is quaint.  

Amidst the noise, a heartbeat remains,  
A pulse of connection, through joys and through pains.  
We are the dreamers, the seekers of grace,  
In the vast cosmic web, we find our place.