On My Journey Through Time

On my Journey through Time

On my journey through time

Through every moment,

Every second of each hour

Past the flying days

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So free.

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So much freedom, it seems:

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I can relive any moment

Any point in the past, in the future

I can stop anywhere for a rest.

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And every time I make a journey,

I see it all—

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Glorious wars, terror, bloodshed,

Moments of joy and sadness

Celebrations, days of silence

Sun, rain, snow—everything.

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So much power.

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I have the power to see so much,

To return to the memories of the past

To go forth into time not yet here.

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Yet—

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Am I blessed?

Is it a blessing to know my fate?

Is it a blessing

To know the fate of the world?

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I am afraid of it.

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I have seen terrible things

I have seen disasters.

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I try to keep the world safe.

I stop the disasters, I try to avert

The terrible consequences I foresee.

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But in doing that, I have become detached

Independent of time,

In my own world

No longer a part of yours.

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I fear to lose myself.

Where do I belong? When?

No time is a home to me—

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I am forever travelling

Ever on this endless journey

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I don't know where I belong,

Not even who I am,

Or where I was born.

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You may envy me…But

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But I am only a prisoner,

Trapped by time

Trapped by all the troubles of the world

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I am never free to go

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There is so much to do

And my job is never finished.

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I am forced to continue this journey forever,

This journey through time.

Just for your info, the lines in italics, when put together, form a summary of the poem.

The ending wasn't very good, I think. I have no idea how to conclude this poem.

All in all, this poem is supposed to give you a very irregular feel, like nothing is stable, and I hoped to give that mood by making the stanzas all different lengths. However, I still think this poem was one of my worse ones, and I hope you can put up with that. This poem took me about 40 minutes (which is a very long time).