The future is not now real.
The future is never now
Real, but the future draws us
Onward to its emptiness
We will never discover.
It’s the ever-changing past
That gives us the hint
There’s no future to be had
But the future having us.
We feel sad. If we could see
The future, we could wrestle the past
Into some shape we might like.
The future’s not for seeing.
Sing lullaby and good night.
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