There’s a time machine inside you and I
a myth to those who cannot see it
yet to me a journey most definitely possible
from two-thousand and twenty-four
right back to nineteen-ninety-two
in a blink of an eye
who could deny my magnificent mind?
or of that youthful love that once was?
withered with the rose petals of time
faded in-between life and death itself
thus drifting from a once young lover
falling into the frailest of hands
and then onto the wisest of hearts
that has many a tale to tell.