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, measuring change 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