Pride and Power

I am he that sees and yet is blind to all.
Ambition means nothing to a prying gaze
made to strike the strong and prong his will to fall,
piercing his will; willing he curses of praise.
Time flows yet still I remain

Through discriminant eyes I do not see.
The gaudy, the humble and all between
have yet to not face my face and not plea
to be free of me, hoping to be “clean.”
Time flows yet still I remain.

I am to always say what I say.
A man does not hear my own voice lie-
false hope keeps my prey from dearest pray,
negates what made him to me a buy.
Time flows and yet still I remain.

I am one who cannot be hid
from child and old and all that are like.
I have bought all for highest bid,
the tall and small and all alike.
Time flows and yet still I remain.

Why do all wish to free me
from thought despite how my fought
battle gave gaily to me
their willing will to my thought.
Time flows and yet still I re-.

What happens here now
to take time from I
while I not allow
such secrets to fly?
Time flows and yet still

I go
faster.
No slow
master,
time flows

now,
yet
how?
…
Time.