Humans,
Bound within the limits of time and space
and bound together by zeal to divorce our foremost entanglement, the present.
Carved out of the reach of the long hands and wise eyes of history,
and racing after the enchanting fragrance of the veiled mistress called the future.
Running on a chariot of time, Man's captor, the future rides through space,
Her fragrance building desire in the heart of man.
No one knows though, the face beneath the veil.
We have ignored the pleading melody of the song of the past,
begging, that we be faithful to our betrothed, the present,
That we may procreate our own future.
Then, we may live happy ever after,
With our future carrying on our legacy,
When we end, to start a new beginning
Of eternal silence.