The future is the time which never comes,
And it`s impossible to see the present - 
It moves, and it becomes the part of past,
And I don`t think this moving is too pleasant.

You try to catch the time - it runs away,
And then - becomes a memory of nothing.
You understand you should live for today,
But it`s too late. Life`s an exam you`re passing:

You say all what you think when you don`t pass,
And you forget the words when your turn`s coming.
You understand there - future`s part of us,
and it`s the sky in which we all are pieing.