Somewhere On the Other Side of Reality

I had moved out of my old family home, several years before, That home of happy memories, Existed on this earth no more, Torn down for cheaply made condos, The particleboard type of crap, I'd missed my old home so badly, I'd fallen into a sentimental trap One day, purely out of curiosity, I decided to call my old phone number, The one we'd had for so many years Feeling sort of really silly, I wondered who would connect to my ears, Yet fearing my acceptance I might encumber Well I dialed the number I'd had for years, And hardly could hold back the tears, Not really expecting an answer to my call, My silly actions making me feel so small To my surprise, the call was answered, Even more surprising, one entrancer The voice I heard on the line, Was unmistakably mine!! Not the me of here and now, But, in some wonderous way, somehow, A younger me, Perhaps from about 1970!! Well, I was shocked so deeply, so bad... Seemed as if, my tongue, I no longer had, Here I am, I'm talkin' to me!!!! Oh, how could this possibly be??? Well, the other me, at their end of the phone, Got annoyed at my silence, as my tongue had turned to stone, I tried to speak, I tried to stammer, But it was as if my mind, had been hit with a hammer, I could do little more than moan, I was in the Twilight Zone... I could have warned me of perils to come, Maybe then I could avoid, at least some, But fate doen't work that way.. So if you get a call, From yourself, don't let silence fall, Take advantage of your chance, So with your life, you do a better dance.