Damn, the moment took me.

What is the future?

What shall be of the past?

The fear of knowing and not knowing hitting me repeatedly in the head like a drum arguing with the sticks.

The tiptoeing around the corner for a sheer peek at what the future beholds. The short breaths heavy on your chest when they take you by surprise and scare you with its unpredictable self because all it knows is how to make your heart race against the inches of your lifespan.

The future that waits is the future that less scares you than the future you know... because they say to fear the unexpected, but the fear is within the expected... Life was not craved into stone and made a prophecy to be set clearly down the path of the future. That path had not been paved and the trees are growing taller and the clouds are dancing on their lives and your future reaches out an expected hand to you for you to take and be led you somewhere far beyond the trees that touch God's pinky toes to where you cannot see but to where you thought you wanted to go.

The future is dark... No sight to be seen because sight isn't what guides us, it's an instinct of the humankind. The past told you what happens and the futures gives you what it likes like a prison lunchroom. Take what you are given and run with it.

The past shakes it head and says to never expect me because I am not only the past, but the future to be and the present that is current. Take with you what I teach and never stop taking.

The times all happen together said a crazy man in a box once. Not at separate times, but all at once it's a confusion of time past, future, present and then.

So close your eyes and walk. Nothing will ever surprise you again, the future would not tell you where to walk if you cannot see the hand it sent out for you. The past cannot tell you about its stories if you cover your ears and the present won't control your tongue like the changing pages of a book too good to put down.

Say see no evil

Repeat hear no evil

And remember to speak no evil