I, We, Us
Tomorrow is a race
Yesterday is a name
Today is a chase
No means to an end
We are leaves,
Drifting where we are told
We are sieves,
Disposing neatly of the old
We are nothing
But we are great
We are everything
But we are late
I am here, I am present
I am what I cannot be
I am iron, refusing to be bent
I am only what I cannot see
Today is a race
Tomorow is a name
Yesterday is a chase
No means to the end