The magic number

Three is the magic number,
the future, present and past.
Three is what everything's build on,
but none of it's build to last.

The first you will never have,
the second is slipping away.
The third is where you hide,
and wish you could always stay.

Three is the magic number,
the evening morning and noon.
Three is what everything's made of,
and they always come way to soon.

You can't appreciate the evening,
until the morning already came.
Noon is what's in between,
it's the time to play our little game.

Three is the magic number,
the heart mind and soul.
Providing the pass to life,
all with a certain role.

The first makes the second work,
which means blocking it in return.
The third goes somewhere special,
where some of them may burn.