Enter The Poet - Riding The Long Moment

Time ticks, unyielding, pulling us forward.

Spectators watch, like quiet shadows, echoes fading in the distance, safe in their stillness,

unmoved.

 

The clock’s hands move steady, a calculated journey between moments and choices.
The wanderer moves through days, heart racing with the unknown, trusting the flow of seconds.

 

Each choice, a step toward or away from what waits beyond the horizon of now.