In our minds, we chase what's gone,
Making time from dawn to dusk,
Memories turn the present into dreams,
Shaping now with shifting seams.
Past echoes shape how we view the day,
Turning time into a shifting maze,
Each thought a fleeting trace,
Turns the present into a race.
Our minds build a complex scene,
Calling it time, a moving scheme,
Moments spin in a hidden dance,
Where stillness seems a distant chance.
Look beyond the memory’s haze,
See the present, clear and true,
In the now, where truth is seen,
Beyond illusions, stand serene.
Making time from dawn to dusk,
Memories turn the present into dreams,
Shaping now with shifting seams.
Past echoes shape how we view the day,
Turning time into a shifting maze,
Each thought a fleeting trace,
Turns the present into a race.
Our minds build a complex scene,
Calling it time, a moving scheme,
Moments spin in a hidden dance,
Where stillness seems a distant chance.
Look beyond the memory’s haze,
See the present, clear and true,
In the now, where truth is seen,
Beyond illusions, stand serene.
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