Time is in essence the mother to us all.
It raises us from a child and turns us into
the adults we are today, and if not kept a close
eye on it takes away the very life it helped create.
Change is our father, offering us comfort when
we've skinned our knee, or beating our little
asses if we've talked out of turn. Well, mother and
father, why is it that I always get punished
when I've done nothing wrong?