Are you feeling that Sinking sense, that the World is doing its thing And it's not going to be good For anyone, especially not those Of our time? That sensation permeates, it sells itself on, it compounds, interestingly, Discounted flows from the shore to the hills, Can't we tell the future that we'd rather it didn't Do the things we're afraid of? Perhaps not, but the Present has been a gift, including this funny feeling.