A Clueless Mischief

The time being limitless
in past
and so are dimensions and forms limitless
in past
and hence
where could any man
wise or otherwise be
born from

My past gave birth to me
and I hoped that it would die
nothing happened
never could object
and
subject be without a co-relate

Intuitions and insights
are the breath of the past
what is it that they do
or they can do
if emotions aren't fully developed

The past could never be straight
always made me feel like a soul
with a lot of emotions
making the question of
existence
a clueless mischief