Fading in the ticking clock's shadow,

A dance of dust in twilight’s glow,

Chasing fragments of a fading tomorrow,

In the maze where dreams and echoes go.

In the labyrinth of daily thunder,

Small joys like rain, we seldom find,

Caught between the roar and wonder,

Of a world that steals our wandering mind.

Mountains of moments, fleeting and frail,

Through the keyhole of desire, we sail.

But oh, the chains of grandeur bind,

While stardust slips through fingers blind,

We crave the whispers, soft and clear,

But where do we go from here?

Silent symphonies in the spaces between,

Lost in the hum of the machine,

We trace the paths of forgotten streams,

In the tapestry of half-lived dreams.

Shadows play on the walls of yearning,

Silent screams in the crowded night,

Among the stars, our souls are burning,

For a touch of the eternal light.

Mountains of moments, fleeting and frail,

Through the keyhole of desire, we sail.

But oh, the chains of grandeur bind,

While stardust slips through fingers blind,

We crave the whispers, soft and clear,

But where do we go from here?

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Mountains of moments, fleeting and frail,

Through the keyhole of desire, we sail.

We crave the whispers, soft and clear,

But where do we go from here?

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