I swallow them dry 

 

In thirty minutes I can see all truth 

 

In one hour I can feel all pain 

 

I’ve got this tiring God-complex for the 21600 seconds

 

I will climb to the top of the water towers and pretend that I control all that my eyes can see

 

I’ll read three books, maybe four, and possibly every word in the dictionary 

 

And as the timer begins to sing,  I will descend that rickety ladder and go home 

 

I’ve not learned a thing