Black Square

A shape with no direction,
A world beyond the frame.
No past, no destination,
No colors, yet no shame.

We stare into the empty space,
Seeking meaning in the void.
But silence hums a hollow truth,
A painted edge we can't avoid.

We are the black square,
Drifting in the great unknown.
Lost in shapes that lead nowhere,
A world of nothing, yet our home.

No sky above, no ground below,
A place where time forgets to flow.
A canvas stretched with silent screams,
Reflections of abandoned dreams.

We stare into the empty space,
Seeking meaning in the void.
But silence hums a hollow truth,
A painted edge we can't avoid.

We are the black square,
Drifting in the great unknown.
Lost in shapes that lead nowhere,
A world of nothing, yet our home.

We stare into the empty space,
Seeking meaning in the void.
But silence hums a hollow truth,
A painted edge we can't avoid.

We are the black square,
Drifting in the great unknown.
Lost in shapes that lead nowhere,
A world of nothing, yet our home.

We are the black square,
Drifting in the great unknown.
Lost in shapes that lead nowhere,
A world of nothing, yet our home.

No escape, no way inside,
Just a shape that swallows time.
We are the black square,
Endless, silent, undefined.