In the fleeting grasp of time’s embrace,
We dwell within its transient flow,
Seeking solace in its gentle pace,
Yet yearning for moments we can’t know.
Another second to be, we plead,
As fleeting as a whisper’s breath,
A moment’s respite, a soul’s need,
In the endless dance of life and death.
Through the sands of time, we strive to hold,
Each precious moment, like a fleeting dream,
Yet in our grasp, they slip and fold,
As shadows cast upon a moonlit stream.
For in the tapestry of life we weave,
Each second holds a story untold,
A chapter lost, yet still conceived,
In the echoes of memories, brave and bold.
So let us cherish each fleeting sigh,
Each heartbeat, like a symphony,
For in the blink of an eye,
Another second is all we’ll ever be.
