Memory is not acquainted with the beginning,
Nor imagination with the end of the race,
Life’s journey is a constant spinning,
A never-ending cycle we all must face.
The past and future intertwined,
An endless dance that leaves us blind,
The present moment all we truly find,
The only place where peace we can bind.
Our memories fade but never die,
And our imagination soars up high,
The infinite race we cannot deny,
A journey that goes beyond the sky.