Time Travel by Sire Tukur Loba Ridwan

TIME TRAVEL

My mind absconds
Like it often does

But this time around
It sneaks into a future

Where now becomes then
And then means now

Where all the plays and gays
Become of the olden days

Like an history formed
All in few days to come

Every day bears history
Every morrow seems mystery

But how about the present?
When all is to be written

Against the mystery foreseen
When the pages of history
Shall be gone back to…

Folding every spent day
Into folds of the past…

To unveil the secrets
Of the untold future

Where my body hopes
To find my journeyed mind
In the due time.

O’real
12-10-14
All Rights Reserved…

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