In a realm where time's grand tapestry unfurls,
There stands a machine, with powers that whirl. Capable of fast-forwarding fate's design,It beckons, inviting me to glimpse what's mine.
With trepidation and curiosity's sway, I step inside, embarking on a mystical foray. Transcending the years, from 2022 to 2040's domain, I traverse the chasms where futures wane.
Observing, absorbing, and pondering the scene, I grasp the knowledge, my mind keen. But as the hour of return draws near, A weight descends, awakening fear. For this insight I possess comes at a cost, not just borne by me, but by those I've lost.
Consequences ripple, through time's endless tide, Affecting lives, and intertwining, side by side. This machine, oh so tempting, yet beware, Its powers are perilous, a burden to bear.
Its allure must be tempered with caution and grace, Misuse can bring harm, and upheaval we'll face. So let us tread lightly, with wisdom in tow, Respecting the boundaries that time does bestow. For knowledge and power, though they may enthrall, Must be wielded with care, lest we stumble and fall.
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Writers Journal
PoetryThis journal contains a collection of poems that I have written. Some of these poems are newer than others, and some have been rewritten. I hope you enjoy reading them and that you support me on my journey as a writer.
