Did I live the spring I’d sought? It’s true in joy, I walked along, took part in dance, and sang the song. And never tried to bind a hour to my borrowed garden bower;nor did I once entreat day to slumber at my feet. Yet days aren’t lulled by lyric song, like morning birds they pass along, o'er crests of trees, to none belong;o’er crests of trees of drying dew, their larking flight, my hands, eschew Thus I’ll say it once and true… From all that I saw, and everywhere I wandered, I learned that time cannot be spent, It only can be squandered.

Rooftop Soliloquy