T I M E
With every tick and every tock, Time passes with the sound of the clock.
You either live in the instant, like Bruce Banner and Hulk,
Or eternal like how water eventually drips through rock.
Without borders, like mist or moss, memory fades, along with your every win and loss.
So dance, and hang onto every moment, cause there’s no way to stop sensations from losing its enchantment.
And in the debris of those forgotten, we see the revive of things that were rotten.
Demise and rebirth, like ying and yang, conquers time, fate, and all that's predestined.