Time is but a borrowed thing
A debt i can ill afford
I pay it with my inken quill
Then slay it with my sword

But my sword is wholly double-edged
My quill has now run dry
My debts are deep, and dangerous
Yet i still have time to cry

As i now weep my timeless tears
Over my long, and wasted youth
Such dreams, and fancies i once possessed
Yet i owe know debt to truth

by Jemia