In Search of Lost Time
Beneath the clock’s unyielding gaze, I wander through life’s fleeting maze. Each tick, a whisper, soft and low, Of moments passed, of time’s sure flow. The morning sun once kissed my face, Its warmth a tender, sweet embrace. Yet now it hides behind the haze, Of yesterdays and distant days. Laughter echoes in the air, Ghosts of joy once felt somewhere. The dance of youth, a fleeting flame, Leaves only shadows and a name. Oh, how I yearn to pause, rewind, To gather fragments left behind— The words unsaid, the dreams untold, The hands I should have dared to hold. Yet time, a river, flows one way, No backward course, no room to stay. Its beauty lies in what it lends, A fleeting gift before it ends. So here I stand, no past to bind, In search of time I’ll never find. Instead, I breathe this present air, And cherish now, for it is rare.