The Dizzy Waltz of Time

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[Verse]
The clock strikes twelve, or is it three?
The hands keep swirling endlessly,
A crooked dance on a wavy floor,
Was that a knock—or just the door?

[Chorus]
Oh, the dizzy waltz of time, my dear,
Round and round, yet nowhere near.
Tick-tock, tick-tock, it skips, it hums,
In a world where no tomorrow comes.

[Verse 2]
The trumpet wails, a bending cry,
Like melting stars that drip the sky.
A mirror laughs, but who’s inside?
A shadow’s grin, a thought denied.

[Prechorus]
Spinning fast, the room’s a blur,
What’s the past? I’m not so sure.

[Chorus]
Oh, the dizzy waltz of time, my dear,
Round and round, yet nowhere near.
Tick-tock, tick-tock, it skips, it hums,
In a world where no tomorrow comes.

[Bridge]
A phonograph whispers secrets slow,
On cassette loops where the echoes go.
A jazzman’s hat tips in the breeze,
Lost in notes that never freeze.