Time always swirls and twists around you,
strange one.
It's cold grasp pulling you into different realities constantly.
Where and when to now,
you question.
Time mixes for you,
forgetting things,
your memories becoming twisted or missing.
Loved ones turned evil and cruel,
enemies recreated and followed.
Evil in the purest of places,
and kindness on the other side.
Reborn again,
and again
and again,
in this cycle of travels and torment.
Memories and the stories of others are restored,
as others are broken and forgotten.
Love turns to hate,
unity and kindness to bitter betrayal.
Person after person you've traveled,
seeing story after story,
loving and losing in the cycle of travel.
All through your travels
you've set wrongs right,
altered endings,
if only in the slightest,
in this never ending cycle.
Have you done enough, oh immortal traveler?
