Not Solid

We think we are so, so solid but me are not. We are but momentary flashes of thoughts….

We glued them together or we flip them really fast

and presto there we are.

We stick the past to ‘me’

We stick the present to ‘me’

We stick the future to ‘me’

We can’t even think about the present 

By the time we do, it’s the past.

We can not hold on to anything