Time Machine

Large wooden door surrounded by clocks

I need a time machine,
to take me back to simpler times
when I was still sad
and felt pain in my rhymes,
I’d rather feel pain than feel empty and void
and I’d rather than not have a hate to avoid.
I need a time machine.

I need a time machine,
since nostalgia is deadly like sun on the skin,
makes us look through the glass
at times we wish we were in.
I’d rather be in the moments that I’ll never forget,
than just remembering them like my every regret.
I need a time machine.

I need a time machine,
even though I learned to fear at an early age
I could have never imagined
all the wars I would wage.
I’d rather feel love and feel it slipping away,
than feel nothing but calm fading day into day.
I need a time machine.

I need a time machine,
to take me back to before I was born
before screens and machines
left us connectedly torn.
I’d rather speak only to neighbors who care,
than connect with a world not concerned I am there.
I need a time machine.

I need a time machine,
to give me a chance once again to be thin
before hate for myself
filled me up from within.
I’d rather know confidence and what it’s like to be free
than have a heart and a scale always torturing me.
I need a time machine.

I need a time machine,
to take me back to the friends I would meet
my house has a whole lot of silence
and a whole lot of seats.
I’d rather have shown love to the friend that’s within
than the friends who forgot me despite what we’d been.
I need a time machine.

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