Ozymandia$$$ - Michael Seyer

Once I met this boy

He counted where all his days went

Said he’d build his own Troy

I call him Ozymandias

Look on my works, ye mighty and despair

It’s all dirt, I know that it’s not fair

How time pasts like travelers of an antique land and

There’s nothing left that stands

My dear but time and space

As I’m replaced, I cannot waste this life

Oh my dear, it’s not too bad that life is so fast

But enough at that