I have no use for time machines,
Their paradoxes confound me.
And hindsight being what it is
It’s better off behind me.
To not be seen would be a dream
For many. Not for me.
In honesty I strive to walk,
Authentic for all to see.
Give me a door to anywhere
And feed my life-long desire,
To quickly go, endless places to know,
And quench my wanderlust fire.
Your local electronics store has just started selling time machines, anywhere doors, and invisibility helmets. You can only afford one. Which of these do you buy, and why?
Guitar riffs sizzle through car speakers as I sing. Bohemian Rhapsody has always brought out the high school headbanging rock star in me. As I reach the end, there’s a tap on the window.
I look up sheepishly.
“Um… Mom, meet Amy.”
Elusive and fleeting,
Sleep tempts and taunts.
The digital numbers wink as I doze.
I drift off,
Meandering through a dream world
Like a child in the toy department, gazing all about in wonder
At the curiosities that surround me.
And before I sate my curiosity
The gentle chimes remind me
That the real world beckons.
In waking I dream of sleep.