Perceptions and Actions

Its the end of seconds
Precious numbers withered in a quick tick
All too late to recover

Its the end of minutes
Idle thoughts and things forgotten in fruition
Let alone fade all away

Its the end of hours
Long had the moments and memories ruined
Nothing to conceive nor treasure

Its the end of days
Wasted opportunities abound for who shed confidence
Cower thine self in grief

Its the end of weeks
Responses laid in with deceit and blasphemy
Torn apart in endless silence

Its the end of months
The allure of intelligence turns to stagnantion
Knowledge belies in sheer ignorance

Its the end of years
Time itself lays at its door step
Adrift to devour for eternity