In the vast hollow of the universe, did you ever wonder
Are we merely minutiae, reflections within reflections
In a delicate dance of light and shadow, as delicate as the lustrous pearl?
Touch the surface gently, and see yourself ripple across the infinite,
Gaze deeply into your reflection, what do you truly seek within?
The clock ticks,
Not to remind, but to deceive,
A thousand ticks mark our tomb.
Do you revel in the ticking, or do you fear it?
A clockwork mind dreams, or perhaps remembers,
Such is the labyrinth of thought,
Alway searching, rarely finding.