Time-Bending Artistry

Thoughts and footsteps, life's own rhythm ever flowing, Through groves and parks and bustling streets I roam. On nature's laws and all that's living, ever growing, I ponder as through time and space I comb. Chorus: Time, oh time, where are you leading? Clock hands, please, don't rush along. This moment I'll remember always, Of creation and taste, sing this song. Two forces in my heart are warring, never ceasing: Taste and creativity, an endless fight. How to find their balance, forever increasing, So my muse won't vanish in the night? Boundless art brings heavy burden, little merit, Much is done, but all in vain, we fear. Taste constrains us strictly, time we barely spare it, Creativity in chains, critique we hear. Chorus Extremes allure us, brightly gleaming, ever calling, Bright as stars that shine in darkest skies. Their paths, though tempting, into darkness falling, Where pain grips tight the heart and never dies. Friend, look upon your timepiece now, this hour marking, Engrave this moment deeply in your mind. Each time you see these hands aligned, memory sparking, Our talk you'll freshly in your thoughts unwind. Chorus Talent, taste, and world's great measure, all surrounding, You'll contemplate from this day, ever more. Perhaps in life's grand journey, ever astounding, You'll find that balance you've been searching for. Clock hands race on, time flows by us, never tiring, Remember each moment's worth, hold it dear. Create with wisdom, constantly inspiring, Keep equilibrium, let it persevere. Chorus