01-16-2026, 09:21 PM
Children, once they're grown
Children, once they're grown,
are gone forever.
Where do they go to?
Why does time never stop?
Why can't it be like how they
told us of the future
in comic book shops -
where the past is a page we could visit once again,
not in the mind, as through a window pane,
but walk in once again?
In Browning's retold rhyme
the piper wasn't death, only the
passage of time.
Tell me there's a way
to come back from tomorrow.
Time is at the quantum level
a double headed arrow,
merely an illusion, pure poppycock.
So can you turn back the clock
to just my boy and me?
Children, once they're grown,
are gone forever.
Where do they go to?
Why does time never stop?
Why can't it be like how they
told us of the future
in comic book shops -
where the past is a page we could visit once again,
not in the mind, as through a window pane,
but walk in once again?
In Browning's retold rhyme
the piper wasn't death, only the
passage of time.
Tell me there's a way
to come back from tomorrow.
Time is at the quantum level
a double headed arrow,
merely an illusion, pure poppycock.
So can you turn back the clock
to just my boy and me?