My eyes watch at the simplicity of the time;
O, my loathing has gone far enough --
I cannot perceive through its force
I am powerless

I admit it;
I am nothing
My powers are that of the powers
of a speck of dust

It is incomprehendable,
thus my mind cannot take in its complexity
The puzzlement is beyond my knowledge,
and the creation is of beyond my belief

I cannot move against time;
thus I am unable to do this
Its forcefield is too much --
my braincells are exploding from the passing time

O, how I wish to relax!
I wish to reminisce the thoughts of my past
But this is impossible --
for when my mind is on time I cannot sit back

Suddenly, I shudder;
for I hear a voice
That voice tells me to cease what I'm doing,
and follow.

So I do it.
What I see is a complex thing --
in fact, so complex that it is as impenetrable as time
Now, I sit back

I am able to relax