When I die, where do I go?
Does time not pass, noticed no?
Before my life, did time pass?
Did my presence stop present past?
When I was born did I wake?
I do not remember the day.
Did my consciousness come to be?
Or did non-existence pause for me?
Is this the natural state?
Is life the unhealthy, unnatural way?
Why is there a before and after?
Or does what existed before not matter?
Does past become present at once?
Does my heart that beats truly love?
Do these words that come from from my mind,
Exist before written, line by line?
I wish my mother had told me this,
That the point where past and presence switch
Is oft where you find reality sits.