Seconds drip, forgotten rain,

Silent thieves of life's refrain.

Each droplet falls, unnoticed, small,

Yet oceans rise, and drown us all.

We live numb, beneath the lie,

That tiny moments softly die.

Yet from these whispers time will steal

The years that wounds will never heal.

Days consumed by empty stare,

Chasing dreams no longer there.

Minutes vanish, shadows cast—

Future fading into past.

Life a clock, relentless, cold,

Trading youth for fool's gold.

Moments wasted, blind we stay,

Till chances lost haunt every day.

Think—your heart beats numbered, few,

Will regret come seeking you?

Seconds pass, so swift, so slight,

Yet carve your story, dark or bright.

At journey's end, no time remains,

Empty hours, your silent chains.

Will echoes whisper, cruel, unkind?

Or will you face what's left behind?