Awaara

In the dark void where empires rise,
Pilots dream of wealth untold,
A PLEX to fly, to thrive, to buy,
Yet grinding turns the heart so cold.

The ISK flows slow, the struggle real,
Through asteroid belts and pirate nests,
Each bounty paid, each crate unsealed,
A grind that puts all minds to test.

Missions long and miners toil,
Laser beams cut through the night,
Haulers weave through space’s coil,
Dodging ganks with fading light.

The market sways, a fickle beast,
Trade wars fought in silent schemes,
Margins thin, the profits feast,
On weary minds and fleeting dreams.

Nullsec battles, highsec scams,
Scouting wormholes for some loot,
Every choice, a gamble stands,
Risking all for PLEX pursuit.

And when at last, the sum is reached,
A fleeting joy, a moment bright,
Yet in the void, the whispers screech—
Another month, another fight.

For in New Eden, wealth is war,
The rich grow strong, the poor still climb,
And those who seek the stars afar,
Will grind and grind till end of time.