[Poem] The Clockwork Heart

A web of gears, a symphony of ticks,
The system hums, a clockwork heart that clicks.
Each cog and wheel, a purpose set in place,
A grand design, a complex, rhythmic chase.

From sunlit dawn to starry, moonlit night,
The system spins, a tireless, steady light.
Inputs flow, a constant, flowing stream,
Outputs produced, a preordained machine.

But in its whir, a question comes to mind,
Is there a force, a guiding hand we find?
Or just the dance of parts, a chance design,
A system bound by fate's unyielding line.

We watch it turn, both marvel and despair,
The beauty of its form, the burden that it bears.
For in this dance, a truth we come to see,
The system's strength, its ultimate decree.