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