Oh, Time! Why are you such a stupid gambler?
You lure those who never knows your price
You fly and play with them and pamper
To never let them gain a grain of wise
They are obedient and blind slaves
The only thing they see--
Their morning cradles turning into graves.
For those who are in love
You've got another option:
You're frozen, still, no shove
And switching to " No motion!"