There's a time limit on this hourglass figure.

A star flashes  - -  the void is unchanged

Don't scrape my layers.
Don't dig inside.
You’ll find some good,
but I’ll run, and hide.
You'll see the good,
but you’ll want more.
I’m not an idea.
Inside, I'm poor.
Don't dig inside.
My layers are few.

Don't, just don't
let me disappoint you.

I could not be every thing,
So I chose none at all.
I sat outside looking in and cold,
But did not feel sadness’ thrall.
None believed I did not cry,
Bereft of what these choices bring.
Me the locks of life would never hold,
Me the slaveries of life could not call.