We live in that most tiny of times
We've chosen to label The Present.
Refusing to heed caution's loud chimes,
We're late for life's class, and we're content
To miss Today in our rush to climb
Past Future mountains, pitch our paper tents.
Charge ahead
Or retreat.
Take a stand;
Keep your seat.
Call time out,
Call time in;
It's a game
You can't win.
The future flashes right before us,
A gold carrot on a cosmic stick.
We sing the Hallelujah ,
And we all try not to miss a trick.
Chanting Oh, come let us adore US

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