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.