The times are different
Sometimes subtle and sometimes indifferent
A day when you are brimming
And everyone can see you shimmering
There comes another day
When you are all dull and gray.

Time is neither your nor mine,
It's purposes are unspecified.

The one that has reached the top,
Will fall to the bottom.
And the one who is been in perils,
Can fly above the hills.

It's no one's enemy.
But one with vanity,
Can never have the eye of reality.
One with the nature's eye.
Can see it pass by.