Embracing The Paradox Of Time

In a world where time's tapestry unfurls,

There lies a tale of an endless swirl.
"Nothing old, Nothing new," they say,
A paradox to ponder night and day.

Through corridors of time, we tread,

With thoughts of what's past and what's ahead.
Ancient echoes whisper tales of yore,
Yet new horizons beckon us to explore.

No aging oak, no newborn bloom,

Yet mysteries enshroud this temporal room.
A paradoxical dance of shades and hues,
Where history's pages meet futures to choose.

In memories' embrace, the old takes hold,

Stories of warriors, of the brave and bold.
Their valor lives on in whispers and rhyme,
A bridge between eras, transcending time.

Yet futures unseen paint dreams anew,

A canvas of hopes, and ambitions grew.
Innovations arise, like the morning sun,
A promise of progress, a journey has begun.

The pendulum swings, an eternal chime,

In the tapestry of existence, through the passage of time.
"Nothing old, Nothing new," a riddle profound,
As life's paradoxes forever abound.
 So let us cherish the tales of the past,
While embracing the future's prospects vast.
For within this paradox, our lives unfold,
A story of the human spirit, courageous and bold.

Through valleys of nostalgia and futures untamed,

We find ourselves in a world unclaimed.
The echoes of history, they guide our way,
While the dawn of tomorrow promises a brighter day.

In cobblestone streets and skyscraping spires,

In ancient manuscripts and digital files,
The whispers of ages, both ancient and young,
Remind us that stories, like rivers, are never done.

The threads of the past weave patterns anew,

As innovation and tradition find their due.
For as much as we honor what once was,
We also seek to break through the convention's pause.

In the heart of the paradox, we stand,

Straddling the line between ancient and grand.
With reverence for wisdom passed down the line,
And a hunger for progress, for what's yet to shine.

A cycle eternal, a dance unending,

With every beginning, another chapter's pending.
"Nothing old, Nothing new," the paradox endures,
A mystery of time that forever allures.

So let us tread softly on the path we trace,

Embracing the challenge, finding our place.
For within this paradox, we're called to explore,
 To learn from the past and seek something more.

In the tapestry of moments, we find our role,

Connecting the fragments to make the story whole.
Each generation a link in this cosmic chain,
A chance to shape the future, to break the mundane.

The wisdom of elders, a guiding light,

Their experiences shared through day and night.
Yet in the shadows of tradition's embrace,
We forge ahead, seeking progress and grace.

Innovation's spark ignites the skies,

Unveiling the world through new-fangled eyes.
With tools of science and technology's might,
We push the boundaries, reaching for the height.

The paradox persists, a challenge to minds,

A riddle of time that no one truly finds.
"Nothing old, Nothing new," it whispers again,
As we navigate life's labyrinth, endeavor to gain.

So let us honor the past and its lore,

While welcoming innovation's open door.
For the tapestry's threads, both ancient and young,
Weave together the anthem of songs unsung.

In the grand symphony of moments we weave,

In the choices we make, the stories we believe,
"Nothing old, Nothing new," a mantra to hold,
A paradox of life that forever unfolds.
 In the echo of memories and dreams yet to be,
Lies a truth that's both ancient and free.
"Nothing old, Nothing new," the paradox remains,
Guiding us through joys, through sorrows and gains.

In the cycle of seasons, the turning of tides,

We find the essence of life that forever abides.
The old intertwines with the new in our hearts,
As we seek to define our own unique parts.

With courage and curiosity, we explore,

Venturing where no one has gone before.
For within this puzzle of past and of new,
Lie the answers we seek, the challenges to pursue.

So let us embrace the infinite blend,

Of what was, what is, and what's around the bend.
In the dance of existence, both timeless and fresh,
We find our purpose, our journey, our quest.

"Nothing old, Nothing new," the paradox sings,

A reminder that life is a myriad of things.
And as we continue to wander and roam,
We make this world our own, turning it into our home.

In the end, it’s the balance we find,

The past and the future, forever entwined.
“Nothing old, Nothing new,” as time marches on,
A reminder that life’s beauty is never gone.

Written by: Mohamad Mikael Sahib Bin Mohamad Izawandy (4STEM1)

Checked by: Teacher Loh Weng Mun