The future is out there somewhere,
Of that there is no doubt,
The past is tucked inside my head,
For me to think about.

The future is unknown,
The who, the when, the what,
The past seems very certain,
Though sometimes best forgot!

They seem so very different,
Things that were or are to be,
The uncertain and the very sure,
Possibilities or mere history.

The present is the senses,
The things I’m feeling now,
Neither future nor the past,
Yet linking these two somehow.

Thus the future I’m imagining,
The present that I find,
And the past that I remember,
All fit together in my mind.

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This audio file was generated using the Fiona voice of text2Speech and the Looperman track “My Name Is Eendee” by Eendee (www.looperman.com/loops/detail/112795/my-name-is-eendee-by-eendee-free-130bpm-cinematic-flute-loop)