The past is a race that can't be unrun.
The future is where our victories are won.
The joy's in creating, not undoing the done.
The future to some is unalterably fixed
With Biblical prophecy carelessly mixed
With secular pipe dreams and rhetoric tricks.
The past and the future exist in the mind.
The present is all that is present in time,
Like a raft on a river--free, but confined.
Time is a turbulent iteration of nows,
The next one as free as the last one allows
And life is a serendipitous browse.