We Don't Exist

...Time is now, but I said it then
Despite "here we are" not "way back when"
I'll go on and on and on and on
Act now, act again
Think how I'm never and always gone.

Only in the present can one prove we exist. But in the time it takes to present such a proof, time has passed and the point has been disproved. However, here I am, and there you are, so we must exist. Without a measure of time, where does our existence end?

Sailing along they hit rough skies
The crew jumped over board
The ship lent no hands to safety
Sailors along they hit rough skies
The crew jumped over board
The ship lent no hands to safety
Sailors sunk to the bottom
Fell towards the ground
Except four who washed up on the moon
They kissed the soil, cried for their loss
And waited for their rescue
Set up camp and whistled this tune:

I'm never sure if I'm in the right place
Although I doubt there can be a wrong
We can only judge life from the watch on the wrist
I conclude we don't exist
Or everything is always still happening.

There certainly is no proof of anything beyond "right now." The past and future have endless possibilities in the infinite abyss we call time, which means somewhere I've spotted a ship sinking amongst rapids of clouds. That I have never done, I am still doing right now.

Atop a lighthouse, close and far
Away from the wreck
I spotted the night sailors alive on the moon
I launched out a rescue line
To pull them in
One sailor grabbed the rope, but stood still and stared.
With one rough tug he pulled me down
With the lighthouse crumbling to the sinking ground
Then I found myself standing on the shore of a bright-white, barren land with the rope in my hand

As I fell far, far down
I became blinded by the wings of a lunar moth. It scooped me up to save me from the fall
We headed for the moon
And picked up the crew, including my other self
I threw down the rope as we headed far and away
We flew on for infinity
To guide light across all space and time
I write from its back, lost and found in every clock's chime...