When I think of the future laid out now,
And wonder how things might be some time soon,
It makes me wonder what time will allow,
And how long we'll remain beneath the moon.
It's true that no one knows what's round the bend,
But also true that you reap what you sow,
And maybe the small changes in the end,
Depend on little changes where we go.
Tomorrow is a long, long way away,
And now the past is gone forever more,
We sleep again then wake up to the day,
And nothing is the same as once before.
Now, yesterday is gone and lost in weed
And still tomorrow's never guaranteed.