I am

I am, but each passing moment,
in varied schemes of existence
Spirit in me sprouts as an emotion,
ceases as experience, a mere notion
I am the flow of time, an endless flow,
conquering ordeals as I grow
Clowns try in vain, to dwell in my past,
and some, who fear my distant cast
I am neither slow nor am I swift,
always on the move, in equal drift,
instance at a time, an instant of time
I breathe in to remind the present
and breathe out to cease the moment
Happiness, sadness, poverty or wealth,
are meaningless terms of mine
these, to me, are various states of mind
To those running behind the non existent,
to you, i am always a strife
To those struggling to unriddle me,
to you I am Life !