TIMELESS.

Tick, Tick, Tick!

Grandfather’s pendulum clock strikes one.

Its ancient crocked hands sprinted to end the endless hour

As minutes surpass seconds, seconds gather together in a reunion to mock the present.

What a race against time!

Tick Tick tick!

Grandfather’s pendulum clock strikes two.

As the clock strikes each hour, time moves on.

Time is infinite. Yet limited.

It stretches out its bleeding worn-out, torn right hand, to end the race but the hour just extends to hours, precious hours turn to days, days turn to week’s, weeks to a month, months to a year, a year to centuries and centuries to infinity!

When does it end?

Its bleeding wounds carries all the knowledge and wisdoms of the world lived through ages.

The extraordinary stories of its victims roam deep in its core.

Time moves forward, while creations move in every direction.

Everything in existence strives to moves according to time, but some are left behind.

Lost! Left to search for their path.

It had survived the cruel times of war.

Explosions and bombs were a familiar themes in its historic nature.

It had fought battles in the past, to be present for the future

We are all soldiers, desperately on a mission to locate the chromosphere.

The precious device enables lost soldiers to travel and carry their baggage through past times

Re-visiting the lost victims of a cold war returning to their perished homes after facing the cruelty of the hot battlefield

The ticking bomb is planted in a solider,

Waiting for time to run out and destruction to occur in the present

Is time our foe?

Tick Tick tick!

Grandfather’s pendulum clock strikes three, four, and five.

Why are we so fixated on the past?

Despite time racing forward and leaving us all behind

Why Is it that we fear growth and change?

The future awaits us

It’s Arrogant, sophisticated and proud.

Don’t be a burden to her patience

Tick tick tick, time is running out.

Time has finally recognised my presence

Time is endless.

What a beautiful curse!