Time is a sieve,
sifting out the fleeting and the frivolous.
If you wish to become its enemy,
fall in the clamor of crowds
chase the glitter of shallow fame,
and like a moth drawn to a flickering flame.
Time is a lie detector,
exposing deceit and pretense.
If you wish to oppose it,
dismiss sincerity as weakness ,
mock integrity as foolish
and sway like a reed in whichever direction the wind blows.
Time is a courtroom,
passing judgment on fleeting power and extravagance.
If you wish to defy time,
obsess over trends,
curry favor with all,
and cling to faded glory like an aging lion guarding a crumbling throne.
Time is an architect,
building homes for the future.
If you wish to stand against time,
let the dazzle of distractions blind you,
let chaos overrun your mind,
and treat quiet reflection as a pointless ache, lost in endless restlessness.
Time is an investor,
safeguarding enduring value.
If you wish to defy time,
worship instant gratification,
chase fleeting thrills,
and gobble up flattery like a glutton, blind to the void within.
Lounge in the armchair of woven lies,
ride the carriage of ostentatious splendor,
bask in the roar of applause and flowers,
and board the express train to nowhere.
Congratulations—you’ve reached the abyss of emptiness.
At life’s end, you’ve become time’s perfect foe,
swept quietly into history’s dustbin.
