Time Traveller

It muddles into our time slightly Backwards hunting immemorial time Onward guessing on technology’s mighty Ever wonder to ride and visit the sublime We are all time travellers In our dreams or in reality, we trek Everything goes by his own caliber In conversation, we learn at age’s beck In some poets’ verses, they spoke In Philosopher’s story had been told That they did not die but blended nature’s stroke Lost cities rediscovered in poetic legend to uphold We see things not supposed to be that way Structures erected in manners so occult People behaved unusually and hear them say Like strangers in their own time, misleading assault Living in the moment is a wakeful existence Fragile lives we met in unsynchronized composure For the time being, we have been swirling in tenses For all we think of, is our past, present, and future October 5, 2015