Time Travel

The wind rushes past you,
As you leave everything "behind" you,
It’s a chance to start all over,
It’s a chance to start fresh,
It’s a chance to redo your past to make the future easier.

You leave your home in the your present,
To find your home in the past,
To relive the moments,
And to fix the tragedies.

But you go back,
And your present is now the future,
And your future is further away,
But this was invented in the future.

So maybe forwards is the best way to go.

The past may be fixed,
The present may be cherished,
And the future may be made,
But it was, is, and will be All Yours.