There’s a breath between the seconds… where everything decides. I count the hours by the echoes Of promises I didn’t keep. Every choice a silent fracture Cut too deep to ever sleep. The clock ticks louder in the quiet, Like it knows what I ignore. Time doesn’t heal — it only asks What I’m still waiting for. Between the seconds, I can feel it— All the weight I tried to hide. In the pause before the answer, That’s where truth and fear collide. Between the seconds, I’m alive. I chased the future like a shadow, Always one step out of sight. But the present kept on burning While I bargained with the light. If every moment is a doorway, Then I’ve been afraid to choose. Standing still is still a motion— And it’s time I start to move. No rewind. No return. Only lessons left to learn. If the moment breaks the skin, Let it in. Between the seconds, I can feel it— The resolve I once denied. In the pause before the answer, I stop running, I decide. Between the seconds, I’m alive. The next breath waits… it’s mine to take.
