Days of Future Past

Oh my mythical Tenses,
They get all jumbled up,
Running into each other,
They will be the death of Grammar.

Oh how I wish,
It could be buried in the past,
Don't let it burn the present,
The future will, no, must, survive.

Come ye who believes,
Let your past be healed,
Let us resolve your present,
Let us promise you will live.

Open those Grammar gates,
We pushed open the gates of destiny,
Rushing in to seize the present,
Let's go, Tenses will be waiting on the other side.