I wonder if I
build a time machine,
Will I visit
the past or go deep into the future?
To know it
all, that lay ahead, untold;
Or to undo
what brought me here?
And when I
get a chance to walk,
Will I shun
the baggage and run along?
To try and
do, what I set out for - my plan;
Or to take a
new path, etch out a new way?
For when the
train shall hoot at my door,
Will I be
able to stop it and board?
To be on my
way, on time, for the rush of gold;
Or would I be
paralysed by this stoic mould?
But what if
it never happens too soon,
Will I see
the light or stay up holed?
To have given
it up, too conked, too chocked;
Or a tad sober,
may be delirious, to take it on?
This jumble of state, it must end for my sanity
As I am stuck in this muck, drowning me like gravity
I try and let it go,
hoping time tests us all
But if the weather is always rough, at some point, the tree shall fall.
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