Beneath the kaleidoscope of city lights,
Drunk on the potion of our fleeting nights,
As we dance with shadows, shifting in the gloam,
Youth whispers secrets, in this world we roam.
And with each pulsing beat of our hearts,
We paint the canvas of life with our arts.
Our laughter's echo, a symphony of time,
In the theater of existence, our prime.
Time, oh time, your river runs so deep,
In every memory we yearn to keep,
Yet as the current carries us away,
The colors of our youth begin to fray.
Through silent forests, where wisdom hides,
Where Emerson's thought and Frost's beauty abides,
We journey seeking truth in nature's lore,
Learning to embrace what life has in store.
The ticking hands of time, the aging moon,
All singing the inevitable tune,
Yet in each wrinkle, in every silver line,
Lie tales of a life, beautifully entwined.
Time, oh time, in your rhythm we dance,
Caught in the ebb and flow of our trance,
And as we waltz to your eternal song,
We understand, to the universe, we belong.
The mirror reflects our changing face,
Youth's fleeting image, a vanishing trace,
Yet, within our hearts, in the depths unseen,
Burns the eternal flame, forever seventeen.
As we walk the path where the two roads diverge,
We find ourselves standing on the age's verge,
With the wisdom of the years in our sight,
We embrace the coming of the adult's night.
Time, oh time, in your hands we unfold,
Weaving the tapestry of stories told,
Though the days of youth in the past might lie,
In the realm of memory, they never die.
So, with every sunset, and every breaking dawn,
We celebrate the life that has been and will be born,
And though the pages of time continue to turn,
It's the fire of youth, within us, that continues to burn.
