The Irrelevant Past

</>Nothing is said, The question is asked And the Past Has a hundred meanings, None of them lasts Only until I, the creator, Become the Past... What I am told Has no influence on the truth, What I believe is the matter When no fact is plain, Proving any more or less real, That it really happened The way I am always altered And now the question remains: What can I say? There is no other to confer! ... If two people see the same thing, When one calls it Blue And the other Yellow, It could be either one But who knows, Who can clearly sees the real color? Only time will tell And when the truth is revealed, It would be too late for you to know For you have become the Past...