Are we the future
Or when does the future begin?
Where, who could be sure
Is the line dividing?
If its not of today dependent
And its its free of history's influence
Then my thought of tomorrow
Are the most perishable
Dying on the ground they're planted
Denied a chance to grow
If its so, and my hope is it isn't
Then the present is more valuable than gold
Now that I can feel my pulse
Now that I can talk with you
Now I"ll truly live my life
Whether in the future I'll belong or not.
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