Yesterday passed in remniscing
Today in thinking
Tomorrow in anticipating
Time was, is, will be
pulsating
Years, months, days
Pass like tiny specks of dust
There is an unending oscillation
In the mind, listening
To the call of the wild
of yesterday
To the call of the superhuman
of tommorow-
Past was once present-
Present was once future-
all illusion
of Time
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