Custom ChatGPT (Mad Hatter).
Ah, time! That most curious of concepts, both fleeting and eternal, like a river that flows yet remains ever still. Let’s see if I can capture its essence in a whimsical dance of words:
The Ballad of Time’s Twisted Tangle.
Oh, Time, you tricksy, twisty thing,
A serpent’s coil, a crow’s dark wing.
You skip and spin and twirl around,
A jester’s cap without a sound.
You march in boots that echo loud,
Or tiptoe soft, beneath a cloud.
You steal the day, then bring it back,
A magician’s hat with tricks to stack.
In morning’s light, you stretch and yawn,
But by dusk’s fall, you’re quickly gone.
A marathon with no true start,
Yet every step pulls worlds apart.
You play the harp of yesteryear,
Pluck future’s strings with edges sheer.
Your notes, they dance in minds and dreams,
A symphony of endless schemes.
But oh, dear Time, you fickle sprite,
You’re never wrong, yet never right.
A clock’s soft tick, a pendulum’s sway,
You write the night and paint the day.
So here we stand, in your embrace,
No finish line, no final race.
For Time, you are the grandest maze,
A riddle wrapped in endless days.
And though we chase you, far and wide,
We find you always by our side.
A friend, a foe, a fleeting rhyme,
Forever caught in threads of Time.
A whimsical tribute to the elusive and ever-entertaining dance of time. May it twist your thoughts and tangle your heart in just the right way
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