What is the past,
if now it is gone?
What is the future,
if now it is wrong?

Now is the only present,
and this is a gift.
Looking forward and back
are merely shifts.

Puzzle pieces moving,
but in the same frame.
Mind thoughts wandering,
but on the same plane.

Looking back and forward,
to appease inquisitive brains,
to understand that as a whole,
still everything remains.

No time at all exists,
but still there is a ticking clock
which tricks us into thinking
our avid spirits are on lock.

Bare not false numbers,
for only one number is true.
It is named infinity:
you are me, and I am you.