All that was is gone,
And all that is was never there.
We live in the future,
The past, and the present
And in Fear.

The future holds no truth,
Neither pleasure, nor pain.
The only feelings to be felt,
Is ecstasy from the sound
Of a speeding train.

The present flies by,
Just as fast as it can.
We can’t hurry it along,
Any faster, or slow it down
We are only man.

The past is behind us,
Look through the rear view mirror.
It is what has already been,
And never was
And makes everything clearer.

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