It is said, that the mightiest is time
For none else are able, to alter all
And as the many clocks restlessly tick
Fortunes change and aspirations fall
Sans mercy, the juggernaut lumbers
Under its bulk, trampling many a life
All servants of punctuality and haste
Their hopes of bliss, begetting strife
Yet, time is by no means, invincible
As its might derives from perception
For man, its inventor, regrettably is
A pitiful slave of his own conception
So if his own ruler, he yearns to be
His view of time, man must forsake
For upon becoming, free of its grip
To an unlived life, he shall awake
-Kartik Shastry
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