What is time?

The past always flies.

The present never ends.

The future never arrives.

When was then?

The past.

Forever stretching away behind us,

A dim memory of a life.

A land of ghosts, long since passed

From the present.

What is now?

The present.

Here nad gone,

Seconds slip through our fingers

Like fine sand,

And disappear into

The unreachable plane

Of the past.

When is tomorrow?

The future.

Uncertain, unchartered, yet hopeful.

Always ahead, eternally impending,

But forever just out of reach.