As real, as familiar
as hopping into a car,
turning the key,
putting in the gear
and hitting the asphalt or tar
or in this case, years
bygone or yet to dawn
Cities restored,
palaces rebuilt,
courtyards filled,
wisdom plucked out
of the pages of history,
unlived
Wars re-fought
as futile as the first time
the one, two, three times too many
as they were
Even though you knew this time for sure
who will lose and who win, if any to were
Shifting the gears unto the future
taking in the fantasies and fears
From exploration of galaxies distant
to surviving the apocalypse right here.
A wanderer without an aim
or a destination
other than stealing you away
from the present
Time travel
just as real
as the breath you know not
as unreal as the mind
that you try becoming
over and again
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