Time travel,
Never going in a straight line,
Linear a word unknown,
He just stepped through the door,
But now he's called you
On your cellphone.
Not for sure,
If to believe what you see
Or dare
The impossibility.
Time travel,
Full of odds and ends,
And paradoxes.
Calling out to the past and future,
One point in time.
Rips in the fabric of reality,
In which windows lead
To the present and future,
For the past to take a gander at.
Time is only relative,
In a mad mans flying machine.
Time travel,
A journey of circles
And no straight edges.
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The Day of the Doctor [Poetry]
FanfictieIt's taken me so many үεαяs, so many ℓιғεтιмεs, but at last I know where I'm gσιηg. Where I've always been gσιηg. нσмε. тнε ℓσηg ωαү αяσυη∂. [The Day of the Doctor] Doctor Who Poetry Collection (#1) - 50th Special. Completed: 9/7/14