“Say, where is the future?”
A young man cried.
“Right around the corner”—
But had I lied?

He sped to the corner,
Turned, and sped on.
A girl came round it,
Bright as the dawn.

Far off he’s still calling,
“My future, where?
She walks right on past me,
Proud to be there.

A different young man
Came by me and said,
“I’ve got my future
Locked tight in my head.”

The bright girl hears him,
Runs back like the dawn;
They bump at the corner—
Now present, now gone!

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