Nothin ‘s your birthright

Slippin through the tiny gaps

Of your fingers

Oscillates the noisy pendulum

To and fro

Losing the caught moments

As time travels…

Nothing can be halted

Neither be owned

Sunlight or riches

Things or people

All in girth of impermanence

Never grip the unsaid

Flow is what it’s meant to be

Change says the sand clock

Turning the flow upside down

Walk incessantly

Hail the timeless treasures

Nothing ‘s your birthright…