I remember when everything will work out,
I remember how now seems distant past;
I remember the future.
But my memory fails as I try to recall details.
The past (from now) seems just as vague,
But it exists, this past,
Just as the future co-exists
With the past and present.
My mind wanders back and forth
Between these times.
There is no steady walk from past to future:
The linearity, the direction of time
Is a myth.
It all, the then-now-then,
Is.
Yet now is as difficult to remember as the future,
The future as uncertain as the past.
And I know not which way to walk
Or how.