Long ago in the city of time,
Resided 3 brothers in the tower of tense.
Independently codependent and always in their prime,
They were the writers of the play of suspense.
Act 1 spoke of the do’s and don’ts,
For our characters need a guideline to follow.
An angel that both guides and haunts,
Past was essential but is now just hollow.
Act 2 speaks of the moment that is now,
Where everything we do is confined.
Live it, Respect it, take a bow,
Present is the one which is kind.
Act 3 is undone and uncertain,
And will only be revealed in due time.
Suspense is what lies behind the curtain,
A play which itself is time.