When I will build my Time Machine
I
wonder what will I do.
Will
I visit the future
to
see all that lay ahead, untold?
Or
will I go deep into past
to
undo what has brought me here?
When I will get a chance to walk again
I
wonder what will I do.
Will
I shun the baggage and run along?
Or
will I just crawl on
the same path
as I always do?
I
wonder what I will I do.
Will
I be able to jump and board it?
Or
will I just sit with my beer
And keep bumming?
And keep bumming?
But what if it doesn't happens too soon?
What
if it never happens at all?
I
wonder what will I do.
Will
I see the light or stay up holed?
To
have given it up, too conked, too choked?
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.
© Vikas Singh and Surreal Aberrant
3 comments:
When I will rewrite my past
I wonder what will I do.
Will I do the things I did once
to gain experience and never to repeat
Or will I simply just change everything
as I always wished in my dreams?
When I will see a dream again
I wonder what it will be.
Will I wish for the previous scenario
Or be happy with what I have got?
I have heard of butterfly effect
But what if everything is in my mind
And so it shows up in my dreams,
Every waking hour or even night after night
Will I overcome all this bizzareness ever?
Will I ever cross the river
Or stuck in the middle? Forever?
Awesome!!
Awesome!!
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