I will sleep until I wake up,
and I will live until I die;
in some things, a natural order,
although I sometimes wonder why.
I once wrote a little poem --
these words you may be reading now;
they exist if you don't read them,
although no one can tell me how.
The future claims the present;
the now has shifted now to then,
and the past was once the future.
How can we ever answer when?
And so, I sleep, and I wake up;
I'm still alive (so I believe);
so many are life's quandaries,
and many more yet to perceive.