Countless are the seconds that turned in to years.
Countless seconds of grief I have unraveled in my youth years.
Why I did it? To bring success near.
It’s countless how patience i have become with myself and other’s now.
All those blinding seconds that turned into years. I went back to past that was suppose to be my years ahead.
So I can have even better countless years ahead. Instead of the past ringing between my ears. In the countless years I am looking forward to.
Now I rarely count because time and years have no shadow’s here.