I have no use for time machines,
Their paradoxes confound me.
And hindsight being what it is
It’s better off behind me.
To not be seen would be a dream
For many. Not for me.
In honesty I strive to walk,
Authentic for all to see.
Give me a door to anywhere
And feed my life-long desire,
To quickly go, endless places to know,
And quench my wanderlust fire.