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.