The present is a cliff, the past a plain
That rolls back east further than human sight.
As for the future, since there’s no terrain
Ahead of us—only the dizzy height
Beyond which all is empty, lifeless, dead—
This cliff is all that anybody knows.
To all who live and try to look ahead,
The future never comes—the past just grows.
All those who breathed stood where we are today
And died without anything getting clearer—
Feeling the present slide further away
And the great unknown future come no nearer.
There is no future: just what came before.
Eternity is now and nothing more.
Copyright 2014 Matthew J Wells