Time Travel
The secret to life came in a letter,
it was old and musty and sealed in wax.
Instructions said; that things will get better,
it opened the door to spiritual facts.
No longer bound, by a worldly fetter,
locked in the pages was how to relax.
I found the letter in a wooden box,
kept in a vault with my grandfather’s stocks.
I broke the seal and I read it out loud,
it told me how I, can travel in time.
My grandfather’s words were solemnly vowed
as he wrote the letter, well in his prime.
I now had the secret and felt so proud
I could move to a realm that is sublime.
I now had a portal through which I could pass
It’s simple as looking through window glass.
By now you must wonder what I have learned.
The present, past, future are all the same.
These wonders of which you should be concerned,
those that crossed over and did not remain
have traveled in time and never returned.
Just look through the window it isn’t a game.
Your soul is the portal, it’s like a door,
so open and look but do nothing more.
Adding your comment:
and much love~Desire~*~
Is not just like earthly man to never be content...past, present, and future shall be seen in its due time
