Time—a stream suspended in a loop, Its waters cascading through rocks, Beating into me lessons I paid no fees for, Time—a prison for flesh and bones. A currency which cannot be exchanged, A paper note, not easily traded. Great minds device ways to trick the partial warden, Many they are who tried, much more they are who failed. But to us—"intelligent beings"—are given a breach, A while to escape the warden's baton! Three, four, five, maybe Seven hours! Oh I wish I was a bear in the wild! I could escape that unforgiving whip for half a year. And another half—I will think of his hell no more.