Cornroll the time-keeper.

Cornroll is where I am me, cornroll is where my thoughts run free. 

Cornroll also keeps me aware of my sense of time, for it tells me how fast time pasts. 

And I know that this life is just a flash, a flicker, a snap, a snippet, a moment. 

How to use it, how to spend it?

In the meantime, time runs. 

I fear, and I Fear.