Time Inside Out
I am running out of time, he said, then fell inside it. He struggled to get out, but soon it was twelve o’ clock, and a chatty cuckoo came out to tell the hour. He thought that if he could set the clock’s hands at zero, he could get out, but soon it was midnight and he fell back in all over again. He ran inside time in ever bigger circles, as the cuckoo told the time, and each time he thought he was out, midnight struck, and again he ran out of time.