segunda-feira, 26 de outubro de 2015

The broken time rod

The clouds let the sun through still
Grassy hills and there pops up the couple
The time machine is a metal rod they hold
They twist it again and disappear to another time

People dream so deeply of an ideal reality
utopia utopia I can see you
emerald green, being created by the couple and their time machine
Their laughter makes it possible to believe

Sun gets through the clouds
Time is fine tuned to make life more livable
The modes and customs seem so medievil
Oh time travelers please erase them all

Let me have a smile for a life time
long contented hours, comfort and satisfaction
new and strange friends here to stay
misplaced by the time travelers

The sun shines through the clouds more and more
The next few decades will be an epoch to adore

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