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.
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