Existing moment of essence

Swirling voices,

Whispering, climbing helplessly

Onto never ending stairway of wisdom,

Yet fall off while intersecting

 with the looped gamut of emotions.

Oscillating within past and future,

What had happened,

And yet to happen.

But no traces of in between,

Where the thoughts are actually perceived,

The existing moment of essence,

What we call our today or present.