The Source of Me — Sen

As I’m being stolen away from the time I held precious,
from the things I also care about,

I barely missed not realizing the value of time and boredom,
as wisdom couldn’t get any more out of reach.

I, at any cost of time, had to get my hands on that
which could possibly get me the balance I craved.

As much wealth couldn’t get any superior to abundant time,
the time which gives me the patience to stay alive,
and the time which will end when death arrives.