Chronoflux

In the depths of time, a clock melts away, A symbol of the hours we can't regain. The Roman numerals stand, steadfast and grey, As the world around us loses its frame. The blue waves crash, a turbulent sea, A reflection of our own mortality. The golden orbs, like memories, float free, A bittersweet reminder of what's been. In this surreal landscape, we find our fate, A dance with time, a waltz of change and state. The clock's warm glow, a beacon in the night, Guides us through the labyrinth of our plight. As we navigate the twists and turns of life, The melting clock reminds us to thrive. In the face of time's relentless tide, We find our strength, our hearts full of pride.