In the distance – but never far away – I can hear the tick
Tacking away, as eternal and constant as a heartbeat,
Time is running out, I can feel it pouring out of my veins,
Yet I must not falter, keep on building, slowly, brick by brick,
No matter the hardships, the torments and their lasting stains,
Were I to ever stop the tower would crumble to the ground,
From dust back to dust, I am he who gives meaning to it all,
Oh how often have I given up? How often have I drowned?
Countless times I have woken, countless more slumbered, and repeat…
Will the world, this old mother of ours, on day answer my call?
Bear minimum: the smallest amount of bears possible, a.k.a. a single bear.