Epitaph For Time

Here lies the past, snug in it's coffin of regret.

It is buried under layers of new experiences, and above it's solemn resting place sits a tombstone named the present.

Soon, the present will be buried in a coffin of it's own, becoming the past.

And the tombstone of the present will be replaced by the future.

But by then, the future will have become the present, and the present will be the past.

Will the future ever come?

One can only hope.

Heh heh heh...confused yet?