The Screens of Life

We are but phantoms on the screen of life, The reel itself is very far away; And farther, in the cosmic Hollywood, The actors play.

The phantoms on the screen are moving fast, So fast that they can neither think nor see; But they are wondering whether like the past Or worse or better will the future be.

I know, at least, whatever be the gains Or losses as we speed away, That still for thee and me remains A thought of yesterday.