My Past is the pond turtles of George Bush Park, almost as famous as the man himself, amongst us youngins

My Present is tedious - never being able to relax with a blank mind

My Future is unknown as the butterflies in our stomachs

My Past is summer nights - prancing in the grass, carefree and raucous, under the mighty June moon

My Present is longing - yearning for change and freshness

My Future is severing ties, an inevitable fate

My Past is embarrassing memories, stuck to my mind like an insect in sap

My Present is hopeful - faith in a better tomorrow, when the clouds will finally part

My Future is goodbyes and new opportunities - a path that constantly changes and remains a mystery to all