Where Is The Future? Poem by Babalola Jubril

I knew it's not here,
But it's there,
That there: I can't reach,
That there: I want to be,

Where is the future?
An unanswered question,
That bothers the mind,
There will never be an answer,
Consult the oracle one thousand and one times,
Consult the fake clerics two thousand and two times,
Only a clue of today tells the future,

The future had started in the past,
It begins now,
And start tomorrow,
That future: we are curious to know,
That future: we will never know,
That hidden knowledge called future,
Lies in the palm of everyone.