The Past is a Fantasy

about things which never were

and unlikely to occur.

Now is not a mystery

about how things used to be.

It is hard to put in words

the songs of so many birds.

If i look ahead, i see,

what will not happen to me.

The memories i make up

all depart when i wake up.

I haven’t lost memory.

That will not happen to me.

All my life is like a dream

where things are not as they seem.

Walt Abbott 2-25-2012