Musafir, a wanderer

But not certain where to go

No travails to face, nothing to accomplish

He knows that time has no mind of its own

As he experiences time, as it pleases him

Like the proverbial Janus, he can see

The beginnings and the end

In the same frame of time

In the same vista of vision

He is a time traveller, always on the move

Run by the neural time machine

Unconcerned with the depth of time

Unnerved by the expanse of space

He gets trapped in the ‘endless nows’

The moment clogs his time machine