In the folds of existence, time bends, Whispers float through cosmic streams, Like old photographs buried deep, The past does not forget. Breathe in the moments.
To grasp at shadows is to touch resolve, A reiteration, as grains of sand slip between fingers— Consider the walls of your integrity, Time does not carve, it gently erodes, Trust the gentle winds that guide.
The clock strikes, each hour a heartbeat, To navigate through timewalls is to succumb— Listen carefully how the worlds break apart, Loosen those knots within. Eyes open, mind clear.
Shadows seal our promises, truths await like flickering stars, Choose your path wisely; The maps of everyday routine are but illusions, Consider the space between the ticks and tocks.