Feeding on all that’s been done, and all that’s to become. Living in wake of the Oroboros true. Doing its infinite looping through and through. For all that we can see and know. Being actors in a grand show. Speaking, writing, moving around to be. Doing something we call ‘individuality.’ For with these days and nights as they go. Time tends to move differently, either fast or slow. Definitely a fixed thing of sorts. Rigid in nature, not allowing disruption or distorts. Speed is what it takes to go. Where past, future, and now’s flow. How we make our minds work is the trick. It’s more than taking time or doing something quick. It’s a frame, a state of mind. Something shared by all living kind. The fourth dimension as we know it true. For the third dimension is everything in front of you. Like a game, on a counsel we play. Universe works it’s time in the same way. Pausing as we sleep. So our checkpoints in lives we can keep. Saving and restarting day by day. These are the fragments that make up our history.