I am forever.
I am also never.
For I am truly clever.
But I am nobody.
And yet I am everybody.
You might not think
much of me,
but just you wait
and you will see.
For I control you,
but also bow before you.
I’ll slip through your fingers,
the feeling still lingers,
I’ll say to you,
“It’s the end for you too.”
You might be spared,
even though you’ll get gray-haired.