I was thinking about the place where time meets wisdom. Competing forces for the attention of the fool, these two have surely imprisoned me. No longer though, I say with humble glee. Time is but the luxury of the idle. Wisdom, the luxury of the sleeping masses. To chase either of these is surely without merit; to chase both is the path to peril and pain.

Here's how it was explained to me, by the old toad under the tree...

Time is elusive
As anyone can see
The more it is sought
The more it runs free

It weaves and it bobs
In the mind of the lost
In idleness, its value
Far more than the cost

And wisdom, it seems
Is illusory and bland
To seek while it hides
All over the land

The wise trees all know
The secrets of old
And yet they are quiet
Hold secrets untold

So spend some more time
Chasing wisdom and pain
Never to realize
When you might obtain

The more they are not sought
So clearly in vain
Lest they even matter
Like peace, never wane

To hold is to lose
Both wisdom and time
So let the needs go
What matters, you'll find

And just after he told me these things, he closed his eyes... and drifted off to sleep.