Between a past or future memory,
I’m more inclined to dwell in what’s to come,
Previewing and preliving what shall be
In visionary depths my mind may plumb.
Though you’ll say that it’s only speculation,
That nothing in the future is foreknown,
I’ll say, within the seeds of time, creation
May now be seen before it’s fully grown.
How this may be, what physics it implies,
I cannot say, yet instances abound
Of prophesies events then realize,
Which common sense and logic both confound.
Call it imagination if you will;
They’re dreams that time is destined to fulfill.