Twilight premature

Is it the ones who own the riches
we, the commoners, drool at the thought of
do not value these at all?
or
Is it the supreme gifts of life are
careless, clumsy lizards
which always hop on poor heads?
or
is it that this cruel monster called life
is only used to having the time of its life
being unjust?

or is it that time
has no time to waste on
brats like me and it is so that
I permanently end up finding myself without it
or even more tragically
out of it
and missing the far away