Dusk bleeds across the horizon

As we scramble against fading light

Our footsteps echo urgency

Against time's relentless flight

But wait—

What is this phantom we chase?

This invisible chain that binds

Our measured, metered days?

Time: humanity's beautiful delusion

A net cast over chaos

To catch meaning in its mesh

Like mercury through fingers

It slips away, nonetheless

In the vast cosmic dance

Where galaxies spiral free

There are no minutes, no hours

Just eternal infinity

We are prisoners of our own making

Shackled to mechanical hands

That slice existence into segments

While nature knows no such plans

Time is not our master

But our mind's own art

A story we tell ourselves

To bear the unknown dark

Look closer at your watch—

See how its face reflects

Not hours, but human dreams

Of ordering what comes next.