Is the past and future as real as the present?
A delusion of time.
Every secret, thought, dream
dance in sync,
to the tune made by the spear hands.
Pivoting around all existence.
A holographic illusion

Salt sits in the air,
sand swollen from brackish foam.
Realizing that this is it.
The way everything was aligned
in a matter of seconds
created a incomparable moment.

Surrounded by the seven seas
a hypnotic maelstrom draws me closer,
lost in a tranquil of consequences.
Pleading for signs of assistance.
Oblivious to what happens next,
it’s nothing but a silent death

Things weren't meant to be,
is it just a conspiracy?
Every pulsate heartbeat
        
        ticks,
                      and ticks,
and ticks,

    Winding down to the moment
    I can travel through dimensions.
    Time elapses, while upending back
At what hour will I arrive?
    After all time is only an illusion.