Drifting through an endless night,
No guiding star, no end in sight.
A silent path, a frozen tide,
Still moving on, still left behind.

No voices call, no echoes stay,
The past dissolves, it fades away.
Beyond the time, beyond the light,
A traveler lost in endless flight.

No home, no shore, no turning back,
A whisper lost in endless black.
Through silent waves, through shifting streams,
An echo bound to distant dreams.

No dust, no ground, no pull, no trace,
Just open void and boundless space.
A beacon faint, yet still it glows,
A fragile spark the darkness knows.

No voices call, no echoes stay,
The past dissolves, it fades away.
Beyond the time, beyond the light,
A traveler lost in endless flight.

No home, no shore, no turning back,
A whisper lost in endless black.
Through silent waves, through shifting streams,
An echo bound to distant dreams.

No end, no start, just forward flow,
A path unknown, yet still I go.
No one to see, no sound, no trace,
Yet something stirs beyond this place.

No end, no start, just forward flow,
A path unknown, yet still I go.
No one to see, no sound, no trace,
Yet something stirs beyond this place.

Still drifting, still fading, still whole,
A traveler with no path, no goal.
No past, no name, no time, no end,
Just motion where the silence bends.