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If time is an illusion
If what has been will always be
If what will be always has been
Way can't I turn around and talk to myself yesterday, or tomorrow?
If I lift the dark curtain at the back of my mind
What enlightening light will shine forth?
Will I see what has and will be, always has been.
Will I see myself yesterday and answer my questions of tomorrow?
Will I learn my actions of today are because of my actions yesterday?
Then find my actions of tomorrow are because of what I did today.
Then I find there is no future, there is no past, my future is my past.