What is Time?

Lyrics are mine, everything else is AI Generated. Seconds turn to hours, days into weeks, I'm tryna keep pace, but time never speaks. I blink once, now a year has passed, Fingers slipping through my grasp, it’s moving too fast. Staring at the clock like it’s laughing at me, Flipping the script, no clue what's happening, see? One minute I'm calm, the next I’m afraid, A moment of peace and then it starts to fade. Hours turn to seconds, weeks into days, What the hell is time, it’s a wicked maze. It’s shifting and turning, got me losing my mind, Chasing these moments that I can't find. I can see the hands, they’re waving back and forth, Hypnotic like a wave crashing on the shore, Am I living in today, or yesterday’s dream? Time’s got a hold, or is it just a scheme? I’m stuck in limbo, layers of dust, Memories fade, like they were never a must, Like a maze with no exit, I’m lost in the grind, Clocks tick in the distance, but I’m falling behind. Chasing moments, can’t catch what’s gone, Days blend together, can’t feel the dawn, Is it me? Or is it time that’s lost its way? Fragments of existence, played on replay. Hours turn to seconds, weeks into days, What the hell is time, it’s a wicked maze. It’s shifting and turning, got me losing my mind, Chasing these moments that I can't find. I can see the hands, they’re waving back and forth, Hypnotic like a wave crashing on the shore, Am I living in today, or yesterday’s dream? Time’s got a hold, or is it just a scheme? Talking to ghosts, they whisper my name, Chronicles of moments, but they’re never the same, I float through the hours like a leaf in the breeze, Trying to capture the essence, but it slips like the sea. Fragments of laughter, bittersweet echoes, Wrestling with silence, in the dark where hope goes, What’s the point of a clock that won’t chime? Living in circles, redefining my rhyme. Hours turn to seconds, weeks into days, What the hell is time, it’s a wicked maze. It’s shifting and turning, got me losing my mind, Chasing these moments that I can't find. I can see the hands, they’re waving back and forth, Hypnotic like a wave crashing on the shore, Am I living in today, or yesterday’s dream? Time’s got a hold, or is it just a scheme? Time feels like water, slipping through my hands, Endless horizons, made of shifting sands, Is it real? Or just a trick of the mind? In this cosmic puzzle, I do not unwind. So I wander these fragments, searching for peace, Trying to find meaning, a moment’s release, In the silence of seconds, I hear my soul cry, What is time but a whisper, as the moments fly by? Hours turn to seconds, weeks into days, What the hell is time, it’s a wicked maze. It’s shifting and turning, got me losing my mind, Chasing these moments that I can't find. I can see the hands, they’re waving back and forth, Hypnotic like a wave crashing on the shore, Am I living in today, or yesterday’s dream? Time’s got a hold, or is it just a scheme? Is time just an illusion? A race with no end, A never-ending question we can't comprehend. The hands on the clock, they twist and they bend, I’m chasing tomorrow, but it’s just around the bend. Hours turn to seconds, weeks into days, What the hell is time, it’s a wicked maze. It’s shifting and turning, got me losing my mind, Chasing these moments that I can't find. I can see the hands, they’re waving back and forth, Hypnotic like a wave crashing on the shore, Am I living in today, or yesterday’s dream? Time’s got a hold, or is it just a scheme?