Portal

I am awakened by a whirling sound, I hear that it’s time to go to the past, A door stands before me that is time-bound, It opens and pulls me through very fast. Does time eavesdrop on our conversations? How did it know I crave a back in days? Cures are harder plights than preventions, Redemption can be sought from the old ways. I go ahead to make all the changes, Putting my other self in the shadow, I strongly believe I’ll see the wages, The future will be a blooming meadow. It is not the anticipated fun, The future has taken another turn.