Chronos in Flux

In the embrace of time's eternal dance, A clock floats, suspended in a dream's embrace. Its hands, a silent witness to the passage, Marking moments that slip through the grasp of the waking. Drops of liquid, like tears of the cosmos, Fall from the clock, dissolving into the sea. Each tick, a ripple in the fabric of existence, A reminder that time is both fleeting and eternal. The sunset paints the sky in hues of gold and crimson, A canvas where time and eternity meet. The water below mirrors the sky's reflection, A symbol of the infinite loop of life. You, too, are part of this timeless tapestry, A traveler through the corridors of time. Let the clock's gentle rhythm guide your steps, For in the flux of time lies the essence of being. Embrace the flow, as the clock dissolves into the sea, For in the ebb and flow of life, you find your truth.