In a battle between the past and the future, who would win?
Between what will be and what has been?
Barter the past or erase it completely,
And dare to dream a future without it.
Wash your hands off what has been
And swim in the waters of what is to follow.
Cut the umbilical cord,
If you think it ensures no sorrow.
Cleverly impatient to see what happens next,
Disconnecting from the pages of the golden text.
But know this, what runs in your veins is yesterday, not tomorrow
It was created in the past,
The wealth which you conveniently borrow.