Within Time
In the cage of time, where shadows play,
Moments pass like grains of sand,
Present time and past time,
Shadows dance, hand in hand.
As if to kill time, we tread so lightly,
Yet eternity whispers, hauntingly restrained,
The rulers of yesterday, with crowns of dust,
Bow to the truth, in joy and pain.
The past, a scourge, is never truly gone,
It lingers gently, a ghost in the night,
A stubborn illusion, that is fleeting,
Where dreams of the future flicker, dimmed by light.
In this cage, we aspire, we brood, we struggle,
Every tick of the clock, a finite heartbeat,
Yet within these bars, a soft light burns,
For in every moment, treasure we have found.
So, let us accept this paradox of time,
With all its limitations, its beauty, its strife,
For though we are confined, nevertheless to soar,
In the infinite expanse of this fragile life.
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