Burnt Norton (Interlude)
[Lana - Interlude]Time present and time pastAre both perhaps present in time futureAnd time future contained in time pastIf all time is eternally presentAll time is unredeemableWhat might have been is an abstractionRemaining a perpetual possibilityOnly in a world of speculationWhat might have been and what has beenPoint to one end, which is always presentFootfalls echo in the memoryDown the passage which we did not takeTowards the door we never openedInto the rose-garden