Some freak occurrence sends you, me us, flying, together, to another realm,
Each in their own shared world of isolation,
Recovered what never was, and therefore still remains unrecoverable,
While what was remains hidden in plain sight from your mind,
Masked by the future we want,
The steps unachievable without finding what is,
Now is all there ever was and will be,
But now changes…
Change is what makes life, life, but it does not make life lively without interaction of other lifelike things that cannot be proven to be alive,
Or can they?
For what is life but the exchange of conscious entities?
If there were but one entity, life would not exist, change would not exist, and I would not exist.
But I do, and forever will.