Past, Present, and Future.

You ask me to live in the present ?
Pray, tell me how ?
Or at least tell me, when really is it ?
Is it now ? Or now ? Or now ?

What about the past ?
Whether the fond memories of what I've seen,
or the disappointment of what could've been,
It never lies to me,
It always stands by the side of me.

What about the future ?
Abuzz with possibilities unbound,
Where things are not lost, but only found,
I could be anyone I want,
Think of all the wishes I could grant !

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Kid, I understand your dismay.
But you must look at it this way:
The past that you're so fond of,
And the future that is so potent,
Was once, and will be some day,
the present.