Everything arrives, but nothing stays
nor does anything real ever change.
Just try to hold one day in your hands.
It becomes a different same day.
The past blossoms at lightening speed,
the future arrives suddenly, now is forever.
Light one instant; dark the next.
All stories stretched far enough end in death,
deaths always far away until they aren’t,
deaths that can only happen right now.
The door of time: forever ajar, opening
upon a wonderland of uncertainty.