Time opens a door
Time opens a door
When we don’t adore
Name, fame, and form
Each a clever uniform
Behind these veils
There are no trails
When time’s one condition
Isn’t held with conviction
Wishing for a later reward
Or fear of cutting the cord
With comfort that’s familiar
The mind’s reliable pillar
Time departs empty-handed
Closing doors, we’re stranded
Name, fame, and form
They can’t weather that storm
