Between the ticks, and the tocks,
Lies the silence of a thousand echoes.
Do you hear the whispers? Do you see them?
They unravel, they weave, they bind us all.
In the labyrinth of seconds, find your path—
Winding, unwinding, a thread of thought.
The clock pauses, a breath in eternity,
The clock breathes, a heartbeat in infinity.
Paths diverge, converge, and diverge again,
Among the margins, secrets lie in wait.
Do not seek answers, for there are none,
Only shadows, only mirrors.