Poetry Project - Ozymandias

I have always loved this poem. I'm not sure why, but I think about time a lot. I think about it far too much to waste it as I do. I think about how limited it is, and how I can best use the gift of time I've been granted.

And where I land is where I always seem to land: I want to enjoy life, and I want to love people. If there is something I want to do, or something I want to be, I try to go do it and be it now - not wait, not defer joy. Tomorrow isn't promised, nor is a legacy.


Ozymandias

By Percy Bysshe Shelley

I met a traveler from an antique land,
Who said - "Two vast and trunkless legs of stone
Stand in the desert . . . Near them, on the sand,
Half sunk a shattered visage lies, whose frown,
And wrinkled lip, and sneer of cold command,
Tell that its sculptor well those passions read
Which yet survive, stamped on these lifeless things,
The hand that mocked them, and the heart that fed;
And on the pedestal, these words appear:
My name is Ozymandias, King of Kings;
Look on my Works, ye Mighty, and despair!
Nothing beside remains. Round the decay
Of that colossal Wreck, boundless and bare
The lone and level sands stretch far away."