It there is a transporter of time
Should I go back to visit all the little occasions
those seemingly random ons and offs
along my growing path
Or should I go forward
to see how my kids are turning out
with their love ones, kids or not
to see how my final day after
how my slip-away will be celebrated
mourned or simply forgotten
On the ticking ruler of the uni-direction
it always seems to be
no track at all
