A mirage of knowing, fleeting expressions
experiencing life in its wake
transitioning through night and day
creating moments, evoking emotions
cast in memories, reminiscing the choices made.
The dichotomy of being alive
breathing uncertainty, surviving the charade,
a dice, game in play,
swimming toward the shore
where puppets float in the veil.
What is time, I question?
a pulse beating rhythmically to a
tick-tock tool, an instrument
measuring a rat race
where illusion is a reality
and existence, a parody at stake.
Believe what should I? For is time
a vortex, where an amalgamation of
transitory experiences thrive simultaneously
dancing to the tune of cosmic duality?
or is it a sinful manifestation of the dubious mind?
I wonder!
Now matters, for the moment lives
encompassing dimensions, ethereal realms
beyond our understanding of past and future
for they all live, the present we need to embrace.
Cherish the omnipresent
the ever-pervading, that ensnarls us
into believing who we are through memories
for time waits for no one.
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