Here's Time, there you go. The only thing I have. Well maybe not the very one and only. I have had a first time, for example - and some second ones. I have certainly had hard times, too. They will be the good old ones some time later.
I also have free time and that appears to be a very entertaining thing to talk with people. Nevertheless, nobody really needs to talk about those other times say, else than “free”. In fact, it is only my same free time who’s saying me to stay trapped in all the others and occasionally spare some to call my own.
But once that sweet time of mine is there, the pattern of entrapment starts replicating itself all along the quest for freedom. So I’m stuck on the highway and tied to the plane. Composed at the restaurant. Panopticonized by waiters, baywatchers, parking attendants. I’m queuing for my ride, getting back to containment after sunset and if I'm doing open air activities that air feels so closed indeed.