if there was such a thing as a time machine.
I would take it right back to here.
And on this fateful morning years ago
I would have taken my steps;
Towards the suns golden rays,
Eight times I would go that direction.
Because the route I took that day;
Has taken me to a place,
No one would want to go.
Not by any choice made, or conscious decision;
Sometimes fate decides your destiny for you,
And no one does not like;
Losing the right to self determination;
For others actions; tied by blood to an innocent,
Let my life see the light of day once more.
And chase this darkness away.
About the Creator
Richard Thompson
Lives on the bleeding edge of reality. at https://themarkettavern.ca and https://whiterabbitt.picfair.com It is also where the sun goes at the winter solstice. Hallucinating the fey; at the gates of dawn; in the Kingdom of Prester John
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