Back to the Future or already there?

“Movies? What are those? Sci-fi? Call it, Sci-Fa as in fact?” Gun Roswell

I was sitting in my time machine
Whistling this happy tune
Must have been quite a scene
With the bells, whistles and fumes

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Setting the date into the dialer
The flux capacitor pulsating
Waiting patiently, I am the driver
Feeling the seat vibrating

The dashboard flashing
Soon I will be dashing
Through time and space
Into another time and place

Travelling in my vehicle
The outside cold as icicles
With the speed of light
In a tunnel quite bright

My destination dead ahead
The tunnel soon to shed
Feelings of anticipation
Of what destiny awaits me
In the next station

Gimme a time machine!


“Time is not a machine” Gun Roswell

Gimme a time machine!

“I need more time!” She said in an urgent tone
“Please, or else, gimme a time machine!” She pleaded, most desperately

Time is always of the essence
Time is never on our sides
Time is the beast that consumes us
Time is the one who’ll save us

What a contradiction is time
You can hear it moving by each turn of the chime
Oh how I wish I could make it mine
Stop it, for a few moments, to feel fine

Time is not the enemy some say
Time is just about relativity
Time is a friend in need
Time is something you really need

When it’s running out, there is a deep doubt
Will I eve get there and get my fare share
 Always battling against it, when I should be embracing it
But as I lay my head to rest, I wish time to give me it’s best

“I will need to turn back the clock, as I missed so much and still so much to do” she told the time master
“Please grant me at least one use of this machine, and I’ll be the best person ever seen” she promised

“Sorry, little girl.” The master replied, “There is really no consideration to your request.” Adding “Humans cannot fathom the consequences of time travel and I won’t dare you to do so either.”

She looked dumbstruck at the time master. “What a piece of ..” She thought. But knowing when to fold her cards, she left hand bent, kicking some small stones, as along the long and narrow road, she once again started, her battle against, time.