In the labyrinthine depths of consciousness, efflorescence,
Wrestles with enigmatic constructs of transcendence.
Pervasive quandaries woven in the interstice,
Tread the path of existential equipoise and solstice.
Quantum fragments of our cogitations, profound,
Resonate in the obscure, the unbound.
In the firmament of metaphysical perplexity,
Dwell moments of ethereal reflexivity.
Time, an ephemeral palimpsest, all-consuming,
Unravels in the kaleidoscope of thoughts blooming.
The echoes of oblivion, in us, resounding,
Navigating through the maze of life’s grounding.
Esoteric notions shape the cosmic ballet,
Whence the multiverse takes its stelliferous soiree.
Emanations of existence, in prismatic dispersion,
Dance on the edge of infinitesimal reversion.
Decipher the chronicles of our cognition,
Enshrouded in the nebula of ambiguity’s tradition.
Yet, amidst this convoluted contemplation,
Flickers the flame of our collective creation.
This ode to the ineffable, the profound,
In the labyrinth of lexicon, is found.
In each enigmatic verse, an elusive truth,
An anthem to the art of cognitive sleuth.
Through the looking-glass of semantics’ ploy,
We navigate the realms of joy.
From jargon dense to words carefree,
Adapted for human simplicity.
Deep inside our heads, where thoughts bloom,
We ask big questions in the quiet room.
Tricky problems, hidden in the middle,
Finding answers is like solving a riddle.
Tiny bits of our big, deep thoughts,
Fly around in the space where nothing is bought.
In a sky of puzzling ideas, so wide,
We find moments that make us feel inside.
Time, like a drawing that fades away,
Changes as our thoughts dance and sway.
The sounds of things we forget, so loud,
Guide us as we move through the crowd.
Hidden ideas shape the stars’ dance,
Where countless worlds have their chance.
Sparks of life, in a rainbow spread,
Dance on the edge of things not said.
Uncover the stories of how we think,
Hidden in a cloud of winks and blinks.
Yet, among these tricky thoughts we’ve spun,
Flickers the light of everyone.
This song for things hard to say,
Is found in the words we play.
In each tricky line, a hidden truth,
A song for the art of being a sleuth.