The Chase Beyond Time

A youthful mark of innocence poses
against the arch of time, where life decomposes.
Elapsing through fields of shifting probabilities,
where moments dissolve into vague possibilities.

Surging through dehydrated vials,
chasing shadows of wild misfortune's trials.
Opening scars long hidden in illusion,
a dance with the past, a dream of collusion.

Locks are thin in persuading fate,
swaying strains of interlacing weight.
Switching chases into endless mazes,
losing myself in the labyrinth’s hazes.

Grasping at memories, fingers slip through—
what was once clear is now askew.
The arch of time bends, distorts, and twists,
whispering secrets in the moments missed.

A scar that lingers beneath the surface,
a reminder of dreams left without a purpose.
For innocence fades, but shadows remain,
marking the edges of joy and pain.

Locks uncoil, but doors remain shut,
switching chases, but losing the cut.
Interlaced desires, tangled in thread,
pull me deeper into what lies ahead.

The chase continues beyond the veil,
a dance with illusions where hopes derail.
For in the surge, the wild pursuit,
we lose our youth, we lose our root.

But still, I run, through vials and fields,
unraveling secrets that time conceals.
Switching chases in this dreamlike trance,
seeking the answers in life’s wild dance.