What are we bu the outcome of vast possibility,
A stem from a tree grown from self,
The decay of what was gives the future its wealth.
The deposition of glorious memory,
From all moments past.
An eruption of experience,
Soaked from first moment to last.
An answer to an equation,
But the equation unknown.
The sum of all iota,
Quantified by the means from which its grown.
Bound to a machine, but assuming free will,
Always moving forward, yet always standing still.