All the way from the future a voice did tether my present;
It spoke to me subtly and embracing my solitueness it cried out my destiny;
My destiny was different, not the same and that made me sweat.
My shocked bosom uttered several soothing words to comfort me, but
the nerved old emotions nevertheless never stopped stinking.
My scared eyes turned the pages of my diary and it did spot the last time I changed my destiny;
It...