Now,
who talks of now,
all those who don't know how
to get out of rough

I loved what I did yesterday
my consciousness marvels
at all that was done

I expressed my tomorrows
in my dreams
it looked good work
and a victory
I moved in all those moments
yet to come

No  coordinator
no coherence in all this that comes about

So the being in now
is so boring
and such a waste of
time of ours on this earth

The yesterdays was real
the tomorrows more real
than nows
I can change
change because I never lived in the NOWS

Come to my secret place
my past is as naked as yours
look
that future that might be your
looking at that for last time
make love to it before it changes to a
yesterday