Infinite Seconds

Nothing gets better with time,
As moments pass and slip away in grime.
Yet habits form, their roots grow deep,
In lives where memories we keep.

There was never an option of moving on,
Happy moments occur on horizon of dawn.
We hold to every little insignificant straw,
In case those memories pull back with claws.

Time’s unstoppable march, a harsh rhyme,
Leaves us with wounds from wasted prime.
They won’t mend, they just offend,
In the endless void, they descend.

From morning ways to night’s embrace,
In the routine of life, we find our place.
It’s the mundane, the same everyday,
That habits silently hold their way.

In the end, as burdened years climb,
It’s those infinite seconds that test time.
They shape our character, define our fate,
In the canvas of life, they resonate.