This poem is completely and utterly vague, open to radical
interpretation (some may even say I'm talking about religion). Hence
this short note.
This poem is about change. Change that affects this whole universe. Change
which is continuous. As Marcus Aurelius (Philosopher-Emperor of Rome) put it,
"The Universe is change, Life is opinion."
Every moment that you live changes you. Your senses provide your mind with
stimulii every fleeting moment and every stimulus changes you. That's what
this poem is about.
Life is a journey you undertake. A continuous one made up of uncountable
discrete journeys made up of even more uncountable discrete journeys
themselves, and so on. And every journey changes you. You die at the end of
each infinitesimal journey and are born as someone similar, but slightly
different. Maybe life as we see it is a small discrete part of a larger
collection of journeys. Maybe it isn't. Why should you care about it? Complete
this journey you've embarked upon a moment earlier. Then the next one. And so