The future, my friend, is in the past.
In that past you left behind.
In one of the narrow lanes you did not take;
Or forgot to ask about.
In the euphoria of a million neon signs
That jostled for their right to hoodwink your senses
Yes, that’s where the future must be.
For, this cannot be the future.
This future is darker than dark itself
Murkier than the depths of hell
Gloomier than the cold dark and wet sky
You will never see while dying of thirst In an arid desert.
Yes, my friend, this is not the future.
This is your present.
Your here and now.
Your future as built by your choices in the past,
Where you had a chance to build a better future.
The future is yet to come.
And when it does, it will be built upon the present
You have in your hands today.
And what shall you make of it then?
