Since future time is beyond the faculty of mind
Mysterious as the understanding of the Trinity;
The present time, at time consults the past behind
To presage the future outcome above probability.
Yet in doing this he confounds things the more,
Trying to know that which he cannot know
Cos tomorrow and after can't be like yesterday and before;
As time advances, new strange things grow.
Thus, that the issue will wert he or she,
Pondering on this is like flogging the dead horse;
Since today knows not how tomorrow will be
But works towards the cloudy with a bit force.
Even if the issue wert he, nobody knows where his future will lie
But for one thing everybody knows; he that's bored is he that will die.
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