I saw a dream,where i was a clock and it was probably the only time when i had time under my control,the only time when i was fearless because i could limit time and time could not limit me.Suddenly one day i decided to tease time and i stopped the movement of my hands.Time was boxed up and confined;it was shocked.It looked at me with terror in its eyes.I smiled but did not move.For some years i remained constant till i realized that the time in me has faded,has died because i locked it up for so long a time.Then i realized,i felt that it was my soul and now i am paralysed.This was my punishment.Yes,because i paralysed my soul,my time.I tortured it to a still motion when it wanted to move and live the passing days.But what now?I can't cry because i am not made to,but i feel hollow because my parts refuse to move without my soul,my time.Now i too wait for my end.I wait for the rightly approaching time.