The stars, they are the past, my friend.

For knowledge, look to the sky

And upon the stars you will learn.

The Earth, she’s tiresome, and turns her head,

And the past shifts again and more is to be learned.

The blood that drips on the timeless Earth ­-

From the brilliant red of war

To the bright flesh of newborn children -

It is the present and forever will be.

Yet the present remains a moment

And the past is always changing

As the stars shift positions

When the Earth shifts in its orbit

And each star eventually burns out

To be forgotten by the ignorant.

But the blood is always flowing

Though always mistaken for the same;

Yet each droplet is a moment

And each moment is different.

The present must continuously flow

For each droplet brings the other-

Until the future.

And the future? - There is no future yet;

Though the stars would beg to differ.

For the past inevitably repeats itself

So is the past truly the future?

Or is it when there is no blood

To drip upon the Earth

That the present stops and the future begins?

A future so intangible?

A future so unknown?

The blood of mankind is too real

For such a future to exist

On the timeless Earth in which it drips.

But time is timeless and the future, too,

And one endless thing must end

For another endless thing to begin.

So perhaps when the Earth is gone,

And time has fled with her,

The future will take her place and begin its own existence.

But the past will still loom over

Whatever is or will be.