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?