Seconds age

Time a ruler, a measuring stick, nothing lies beyond its ends

In its middle, time's measurement depends on how it bends

Only numbers on a clock that take stock in the movement of hands

Change and memory, puzzle pieces time increases, Clotho spins thread strands

In memory's ice the past frozen, can only be rearranged when chosen by a mind deranged

Future a projection, wish and fear protection, only the now can be changed

No memory no age reflection, no change no detection of time 

This is nature's impeccable, simple, inflexible rhyme

Smoke a retrospection of what once was, as a log its recollection does persist

When all change stops the bubble pops, time ceases to exist

The more change the faster the climb in the speed of time, infinite movement reaches sublime

With entropy's death, Chronos takes his last breath, time dies stopping on a dime