Time Travel


If man could travel to a different time,
Would he go anywhere but back--
To right a wrong, to fix a break,
To pick up on his slack?
See we are led by choices, mem'ries;
They haunt us 'til we die,
So would we want to see our future?
Would we even try?
The past is dark with stormy clouds,
The future's light and clear,
And yet we choose to see the past
Not the ones that we hold dear.
Forgive me, but it seems to me,
That man is nothing but a fool.
He has a needle, sharp and bright,
And yet he won't unwind the spool.
He sees nothing but mistakes he's made,
Drowning him like heavy tide.
He only goes back to say hello
To those he has goodbyed.

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