Temporal Dissonance

In the vast expanse of time, a moment melts away, Like sand between fingers, it slips into the gray. A pocket watch, once a guardian of the hour, Now drips like wax, its rhythm lost in power. The landscape stretches, a canvas of old, With mountains in the distance, stories untold. The sky above, a kaleidoscope of hue, A dance of colors, as day succumbs to the new. In this surreal scene, we find our own refrain, A reflection of moments, fleeting, lost in the strain. The watch, a symbol, of time's relentless flight, A reminder to cherish, the moments in sight. As the clock's hands move, with a pace so serene, We are drawn into the depths of what has been. And in its melting form, we see our own decay, A poignant reminder, to seize the day.