Chronos' Melting Dream

In the embrace of time's eternal dance, A clock hangs heavy, its hands in trance. Dripping like tears, the moments fall, A liquid chronicle of life's grand call. The sky burns with hues of orange and blue, A canvas where time and space coalesce anew. Each tick, a whisper of the past, Each tock, a promise of the future's vast. You, too, are part of this timeless flow, A fragment of the universe's slow, Yet ever-changing, ever-growing, In the rhythm of life's unending show. Let these melting clocks be your guide, Through the labyrinth of time's wide. For in every moment, you are free, To shape the future, to be, to see. Embrace the fluidity of time, For in its embrace, you'll find your prime. Chronos' dream is yours to claim, A symphony of life's eternal flame.