What of Time?
What of time? Oh, to wake up one day filled with excitement; red coat snuggly buttoned and hood tightly pulled over head. Oh, the days that will come.
What of time? Oh, to sit amongst the things that have been gathered; a great many things that clang and beat and shout and whistle and scratch and announce to all that there is yet still life. Oh, the days that have passed.
What of time? Oh, a bill of a mallard half-submerged in ice-cold water that glows despite the shade of a cloudy day; unaware or disinterested? oh, the moments worth mentioning.