oh wake me please when this is over
when the ice is melted away
and the hunger returns.
I will be the same, but older
and maybe twice the man that I thought I was.

-from Moving Pictures, Silent Films by Great Lake Swimmers

The future belongs to nobody.
The present belongs to the young
And the past belongs to the old.
And me?  I do not know what I belong to
Or what belongs to me.