Time

Time unwinds a symphony of ticks,

A rhythm set by clocks,

Each second is measured in a pulse.

A metronome.

An unrelenting march that knows no rest,

The pendulum swings.

A constant song—a beat to keep us moving. 

Seeping into our souls,

Rocking and reeling.

No laughter, just fear.

But amidst the chaos,

Wild and gruff,

We hold on.

To weather the storm.

After the rain, 

A new day.