Time's Fluid Form

In the realm of chronology, a clock melts away, Like honey dripping, moments lost in gray. The face remains, a steadfast guide, As time dissolves, the essence inside. Ripples spread, a pool of golden hue, Reflecting the passage, both old and new. In this surreal landscape, we find our fate, A dance with time, an intricate state. The smaller clock, a shadow of its past, Falls, a droplet, into the timeless vast. The background whispers secrets of the sky, A blend of blue and orange, as day says goodbye. In this artwork, we see the fluidity of time, A reminder to cherish each moment's rhyme. For in the melting clock, we find our own, Mortality, a truth we've yet to be shown. Let's seize the now, and let go of the past, And in the fluid form of time, find peace at last.