On this winding ever last-
a road.
Referred to as Future, Present, and the Past.
Our souls, they journey throughout time.
In spaces they swim, in objects defined.
The present connects, we are all, and we are one.
The future reflects on what once was.
A possibility, a question, a mystery, best left to be unsolved.
The past, evolved.
As if poetry it rhymes but never repeats.
Some seek for answers, some seek to be.
Is it a selfish question to ask Who is me?
No, just micro, for the big picture shows.
It has it all, that you'll ever need.
We could embrace out own existence, ask the why and how but get resistance.
It does not want to be found; it wants to be lived.
One may drowned in the deepest depths they venture to swim.
Try to understand, all you can.
But greed is a fault of the mortal man.
Though, I still, cannot help but wonder
Who are you and who am I?
Mainly, I am along for the ride
It is the flow to which i subside
The answer is, we have a reason to be
known by the other, and just maybe
we're here to help each other.
On this path
of Future, Present, and the Past
Wandering on this winding road
An adventure has been bestowed
and maybe not a pondering question of why
but an action, our quest, will help us find.
For now, I have come to conclude,
it is this present to which i am subdued
and in it, I am happy to share it with you..