Under starlit skies, I trace ancient lines, seeking the unimaginable
Visions of a world unseen, just inches from the tangible
Dream machines and cosmic streams, whispers of dreams historical
Holding on to fleeting thoughts, in a realm so metaphorical
When I lay, I dream of days, somewhere in the impossible
A future so fantastical, I'm missing out, it's laughable
Wonders we're so close to touch, but time slips through, intangible
You think it's all within your reach, but moments are so volatile
Once you grasp, they fall apart, the universe is whimsical
Isn't time so mystical? I think that time is mystical
Stars collide, in midnight tides, echoing the improbable
Galaxies in silken threads, so beautifully unstoppable
Craving tales of what's to come, a world so indescribable
In the web of space and time, our paths seem so definable
Yet as we stretch to touch the stars, the distance feels impossible
Caught between the here and now, and futures undeniably
Undefined but certain paths, future tales so optical
Echoes of what might become, resonate, they're lyrical
Fading ghosts of what could be, reflections so theatrical
In this maze of starry haze, our dreams seem almost magical
Fractured moments, prisms' light, the future feels so radical
When we chase the fireflies, existence feels so tactical