In the endless kingdom of time, where clocks are silent and years dissolve

In the endless kingdom of time, where clocks are silent and years dissolve, Existence weaves smiles with the mirage of immortality, faultless, Man, a traveler towards the infinite, through melting icebergs of moments, A dancer at the eternal ball, where age is just an echo, a simple meaning. His gaze towards the horizon, pure, like the ray of sun through clear glass, Dreams of boundlessness, where not a grain of sand is squandered, But reality is a wall of shadows, with each dream, a part is unforgivingly torn away, And life's tragic theater, ageless on its stage, is divided in acts unjustly shared. Treading through the gardens of days, his soul traverses the ocean of thoughts, This boundless inner cosmos, where youth and old age grapple, The burden on shoulders unyielding, battling the maladies that cast him out, And he perseveres on the path to stay, with a deluge of expectations, struggling unbroken. In this voyage towards the lost eternity, he intertwines his chimera, With a heart full of longing, he concludes contracts with the stars, trading empty illusions, Hope, that specter, strides furtively like an early migrating bird, And each day is a rose petal fallen, from the life's bouquet that burns in the distance. But peace, a silent coffee at dusk, in the company of an open book, Is the manifesto of the timeless soul, which, deep within, always dreams, Though various perils are laid in his path, immobilizing steps towards the heavenly, This man, age-old and resonant, remains alive in the heart of each moment, eternally.