I wrote this poem tomorrow.

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I wrote this poem tomorrow,
  On a concept from next week.
My future thoughts I borrow
  As my past I vainly seek.

My journal has an entry
  Written by my next of kin;
It says that some bank sentry
  Picked a fight, which he did win.

The entry’s dated next year;
  There’s a sketch as well inside.
I just use cash, for I fear
  That to bank is suicide.

The future has you stressing?
  Let it be, my blissful friend.
Uncertainty’s a blessing:
  It protects us from The End.

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I wrote this poem tomorrow,
  On a concept from next week.
My future thoughts I borrow
  As my past I vainly seek.

Who was I? I can’t answer.
  Future tense is all I see.
To prophesy’s a cancer
  That erases history.