Time
We search, we chase,
while time quietly unravels.
Between fading analog traces
and rising automatic dawns,
our moments flicker.
What was true then,
time-tested,
is false now.
Time is the truest testimony —
its hands moving,
whispering: I am running, so shall you.
Wound it, waste it —
and time rises in revenge.
It observes, it stirs,
unleashing waves of chaos
upon life,
until discipline and order
are quietly restored.
Love it or hate it,
it will be there forever.
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