Everything

I have a 20 page paper to write. I have a thousand poems to write. I dream in technicolor. I dream in black and white. I sing and I am silent. And really, it's moments like these that I just need a little Four Quartets.

T.S. Eliot said that:

Time present and time past
Are both perhaps present in time future,
And time future contained in time past.
If all time is eternally present
All time is unredeemable.
What might have been is an abstraction
Remaining a perpetual possibility
Only in a world of speculation.
What might have been and what has been
Point to one end, which is always present.

From Burnt Norton--how brilliant is that?