Time is an illusion,
Though, ev'ryone in hist'ry's allowed that,
It's something we live in.
Now, I am not a mathematician,
But, like Lee has advised,
I'll do what scientists do when they read,
Skip things until something is recognized!
And what I see coming is an old trap,
Set for the good-hearted,
Trying to escape presuppositions,
As made up as art is:
He may back up,
Though I hope he does not,
Into claiming there's a different dream,
In the made-up world against which he fought.