The past does not exist
In the face of tomorrow.
It does not matter
Where we have been,
What we have done,
Or who we have been...
Tomorrow's prescence
In the existential sense
Is all the is relevant.
Where we are going,
What we have left to do,
And who we will become...
This is all we have.
All we need.
All there is to hope for...
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