It runs and runs but can never flee. It is often watched yet never sees. When long it brings boredom. When short it brings fear. What is it?
Time
It's true I bring serenity, And hang around the stars, But yet I live in misery, You'll find me behind bars. With thieves and villains I consort, In prison I'll be found, But I would never go to court, Unless there's more than one. What am i?