Complexity Of Time

Time, a tapestry woven with threads of past and present, Echoes of memories that forever last. A river that flows, ever-changing, yet constant in its pace, Shaping us, molding us, in its relentless, endless space.

The past, a canvas, painted with moments of joy and pain, A legacy that we carry, like a weight, a burden to sustain. Memories, like autumn leaves, rustling, whispering secrets of old, Fading, yet remaining, a reminder of stories yet untold.

The present, a fleeting moment, a breath, a heartbeat, A snapshot in time, a fragment of what's yet to be. A chance to seize, to grasp, to hold on to what's yet unknown, A doorway to the future, where possibilities unfold.

And yet, we grapple with the fleeting nature of moments so bright, Like fireflies on a summer night, their light, a brief, shining light. We try to capture, to hold on, to preserve the beauty of what's been, A photograph, a memento, a reminder of what's yet to be seen.

A single moment, like a drop of water, falls, and ripples the surface, A disturbance, a change, a shift, a new beginning, a new verse. A moment of beauty, like a sunrise, golden, radiant, and bright, A fleeting glimpse, a whisper, a hint, a promise of what's yet to ignite.

Time, a mystery, a puzzle, a riddle, a test, A journey, a path, a journey, a path, that we must traverse, and find our best. For time, like a river, flows, ever-changing, yet constant in its pace, Shaping us, molding us, in its relentless, endless space.

So let us cherish, let us hold on, to the moments that we share, For in the complexity of time, we find the beauty that's always there. A tapestry woven with threads of past, present, and future, A river that flows, ever-changing, yet constant in its gentle, endless pursuit.