Trial Run 10.01.2026 ©2026RomanSydoruk @romsy159

Описание: Verse 1
I stare as digits change their cold design.
A steady, grim, and unrequested sign.
No panel grants the sum of all the hours left.
This forward count leaves spirit here bereft.

Verse 2
The major segment now remains behind.
A creature cursed with an appraising mind.
I interrogate my soul and silent space:
What mission warranted this time and place?

Chorus 1
What is the purpose of my trial run?
A solitary course beneath the sun.
No indicator shows a right or wrong.
A silent, lifelong, elegiac song.
Did chance allot my number from the stack?
A single drawing from the blindly black?

Verse 3
This format feels precisely like a quiz.
Where outcomes stay invisible and is.
All answers stay encrypted and obscured.
No final verdict ever is ensured.

Bridge
Awareness claims a motive must be spun.
A cryptic cause for why my life's begun.
That from the billion chances to ignite,
This lone arrangement claimed its share of light.
That crucial instant meant to justify…
Did I perceive it passing swiftly by?

Chorus 2
What is the purpose of my trial run?
A solitary course beneath the sun.
No indicator shows a right or wrong.
A silent, lifelong, elegiac song.
I scavenge for a meaning in the ache.
A deep and fundamental, cold mistake.

Verse 4
The beast just acts according to its laws.
It does not pause to ponder holes or flaws.
I address the mute expanse and then submit:
This inquest is the reason I permit.

Outro
The clockface numbers will recompose.
An isolated, stark, and still repose.
I grip the query, tangible and vast.
The only answer is the die is cast.

Chorus 3
What is the purpose of my trial run?
A solitary course beneath the sun.
No indicator shows a right or wrong.
A silent, lifelong, elegiac song.
The question is the anchor and the spur.
An ever-present, haunting demur.