If the evolution of memory so far
Falls into three long phases
Spatial musical temporal
Each of us given our own
To sketch in the pictures
Like footprints in the snow
We remember crossing our path
But don't let the future fool you
It says as it has done in the past
The future is buried
In a cemetery down the street
From us at any given time
The future comes like a tidal wave
And we are swept away
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