The Past Is Real

The more I think 'bout it,
The past is all that's real,
It's got a subject and a perception,
Wrapped up in what you feel,

Forget the present, sure, you say it's raw,
But without what has passed,
The world's a jumble of experience,
Uninformed by anything that can last,

The future's nothing but the hope of change,
That never does arrive,
For it goes through the mill of the present,
Over to the past's side,

So there you go,
It's true, the past is past,
But it still changes with the pass of time,
Yet is also the only thing that lasts.