Ozymandia$$$

Once I met this boy
He counted where all his days went
Said he’d build his own Troy
I call him Ozymandias
Look on my works, ye mighty and despair
It’s all dirt, I know that it’s not fair
How time pasts like travelers of an antique land and
There’s nothing left that stands
My dear but time and space
As I’m replaced, I cannot waste this life
Oh my dear, it’s not too bad that life is so fast
But enough at that