Riddle

I am a tyrant and a tease. 

But YOU pay me mind

only when I hurt you. So,

lover, what else would I be?

You come to me only 

in misery, and forget me

when you are happy.

I told Father, “why play nice

with ingrates? Why love

he who bores so

easily, rushing past

my gifts (past gifts,

future gifts)…” I wait

for no man; I am constant

only for machines. What

will I reveal? Only I

will tell: wait for me, wait

for the revolution of galaxies,

for the frequency of atoms,

for the rings of giant trees.

1. I give up.

2. I guess.

3. I know.