The Riddle of Time

**[Verse 1]** Why ponder the riddle of time so long? A tune well-worn, a forgotten song. Time, they say, heals wounds and takes, A fleeting moment, the past it makes. A predator creeping, devouring all, The sand in the hourglass destined to fall. A skeletal hand guides the clock’s chime, Taking us all when it’s our time. **[Pre-Chorus]** Yet time’s not the thief, it’s just the stage, An infinite thread, a finite cage. **[Chorus]** The past is a shadow, the future’s unknown, The present’s a spark that’s barely our own. Time isn’t ours, it’s borrowed, it’s brief, A fragile illusion, a sweet, sharp grief. **[Verse 2]** The modern man, so proud, so bold, Fears the truth of a tale once told. No matter the heights, no matter the climb, All fades away in the hands of time. Atoms scatter, memories fade, A whisper lost in the cosmic parade. Time’s no judge, no friend, no foe, It’s the current through which we flow. **[Pre-Chorus]** A burning fuse, a fleeting flame, An endless story, yet none can remain. **[Chorus]** The past is a shadow, the future’s unknown, The present’s a spark that’s barely our own. Time isn’t ours, it’s borrowed, it’s brief, A fragile illusion, a sweet, sharp grief. **[Bridge]** The past is a relic, a memory’s art, The future’s a canvas we’ll never start. The present’s a shimmer, a fragile thread, A fleeting glimpse of what lies ahead. Time has no substance, no weight, no form, It’s the eye of the silence before the storm. A fiction we live, a dream we weave, An endless cycle we can’t perceive. **[Chorus]** The past is a shadow, the future’s unknown, The present’s a spark that’s barely our own. Time isn’t ours, it’s borrowed, it’s brief, A fragile illusion, a sweet, sharp grief. **[Outro]** So live in the spark, embrace the flame, Life’s not a measure of time or fame. It’s the moments, the meaning, the love, the strive, The threads we weave, the reason we’re alive. Time will pass, as it always must, But in our hearts, we place our trust. Not in hours or years, but in what we find— The beauty of life, the threads of time.