Time Reality Doesn’t become It just is. You, me, we They Encased in a block of time. The then The now The what’s to be, None of it takes priority. It just is. As we try and unravel The Who that we are And the what we are made of The vibrating cosmos Forget What you think Is the now And remember The you that is yet to be. A wheel a globe A sphere and a Möbius strip It’s a trip That you take In a bubble In circles Your struggles Just glitches Feeling perfectly real But time is a thief Reluctant to steal. Time. It doesn’t exist It’s a construct Needed To instruct Our consciousness, Quantify experiences Qualify existences Calculate great distances Measure our differences It doesn’t exist It just is. You me we We will be though We never were. But always are. Forget What you think Is the now And remember The you that is yet to be. Forget What you think Is the now And remember The you that is yet to be.
