Are we chasing time or is it chasing us?
Circadian hands of time counting down,
Dripping down like a slow freezing icicle.
The clock is grim and mystic deep,
Ticking sound echoes and Slowly creep.
Sounds of new year fireworks feel like just yesterday.
Getting numb to time with each passing day.
The nature of time and measure,
The story of man and mortality.
Staring at the reaper as each minute lingers,
We can't stop counting down its ticking fingers.
We create time in its physical manifestation,
The hourglass to the wall clock and the wristwatch.
Chronos draws closer as the time we keep,
With each sunrise an opportunity to reap.
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