Move, hurry, not even time to worry.
Much to do, too much not done, rest and play
some other day. All is in a flurry,
a snowstorm never ceasing you might say.
The deadline is coming. Wait! Is it here?
As a circling windmill, blowing around.
Present cannot stay. Future is too near.
Where are we going? To where are we bound?
What before has happened? I do not know,
do you? Will it help us now? Yes, I would
say so. Present into the past does flow.
Old things forgotten, even what is good.
Future now present. This too will not last.
Present forgotten. Is the future past?