Seems I forgot where I parked my time machine.
There’s no other way to be where I’m not.
Before you object and say there’s no such thing
Explain to me how I got to this spot.

Is there no beginning, is there no end?
Who am I, if not, a someone to be?
Without a someone, a somewhere, to portend
If there is no seed, then, there is no tree.

Unless all that is, is One, not apart.
No need for time without identity.
No need to find the end without a start.
Now appearing the One, the only Me.