We all at times look back at the past to define us
Unconsciously becoming an ever-distant memory
Revived by the constant search for an identity

But what about now?

Where would I really find myself
When I'm constantly hoping to become
And repetatively remembering that I have become?

I'm a human being
Not a human been
Nor a human will be.

I've stopped looking because I am. - Now
and I remember this - Now.
So just BE - Now.