It's not the future that's coming
It's the past that is running away
And this is my day.

"Would Sir like cash back"?
Flash back.
Pack it all away.
The supermarket comes to stay.

It wasn't always this way.
The present was the past that couldn't last
Tomorrow was a day,they say
That would surely come
But we had to run to find out for sure
The only cure for that
Was to stay 'flat pack' and not unfold.
Do as you're told.

The past was always there and willing to share
With you
The future view.
Obscured by the haze of all the days that ran between
The scenes we thought were there

A moment,a minute
The future,we're in it and it's gone
Joined the past.
Fast and furious but I am curious about the time.
Slow or fast it comes and goes
Throws cautions to one side
And all we do is try to hide away
Hang out for another day.
But it's not the future that's coming
It's the passing of time that is running away
Taking my night and my day
Leaving me bare.

Nothing seems fair
Perhaps that's the way.
Pack it all away
The supermarket in my day.
Cash back
Flash back
Another attack on my senses.