My biggest dream is to travel in time,
travel back than travel forward.
Relive the old carefree moments,
when I’m as happy as a little kid.
Travelling back in time would create,
a paradox of infinite universe.
Versions of me would be countless,
as the sand on the beaches.
Even if I couldn’t create my future,
by changing the past.
I still believe there is another me somewhere,
enjoying life as I couldn’t enjoy it now.
I wish I am a time traveler,
and will not stay in the same timeline.
I wouldn’t feel the emptiness and void,
of life’s misery and its failure.