Sunrise, we boarded the train
Weather was misty, with little rain

All were happy, all were cheerful
Hoping the ride would be peaceful

At noon, when sun kissed our skins
Came a knock from a folk, tall and thin

The lofty figure, all dressed in green
Entered hastily, with a big scream

"There is fire on the train behind"
That cheat cleverly played our minds

Then a fish market was all you saw
A horrible scene, impossible to draw

After all the tempest, and the storms
Bad and glad tidings formed

"There's no fire" the news spread
Misinformation our minds fed

Nothing but a lie told
While he stole all our gold

And the journey ended sad
Horrible, devastating and bad

Soon the angels whispered my mind
Make sure first, don't be blind

Slowly, I advance towards my destination
Bravely, but lacking dedication

Often I complain about this journey
How is it even worthy?

I criticize this intolerable heat
And the coarse and bumpy street

I grumble why the stems are wearing thorns
And the rocks and stones cover the lawns

Suddenly, an angel appears
And teaches me lessons essential and dear

He says; about journeys I'm unaware
What importance in future they wear

"Journeys make you confident" he states
" how incredibly it changes fates

They make you flawless and mature
A fruitful tomorrow they insure

On personalities they perform miracles
and undo all the chain and shackles

Admire the present journeys instead
Avoiding all the hate and dread

Witness the petals, not the thorns
Be grateful, it's the sun, not the storms

Fight the failure and the wrath
Fetch the fruit in every path

Today I dreamt of something strange
Something impossible, something out of range

It wan an idea pretty change
Some time and money you could exchange

Plenty of folks were present there
Short, thin, dark or fair

"Why do you come here?" To ask I cared
"To buy some time" he declared

A slight of time I need to buy
Cause my mom is about to die

If I can buy her a little time
Her memories with me would be fine

She'll have times to remember
When of the grave world, she'll be a member

How she did give birth to a son
Who was busy in his life and fun

Nearby, a girl tall and thin
With an ugly pimple on her chin

Spoke; time I also want to acquire
So time for self care I could spare

Blame the competition and success'  greed
I forgot, self care is an essential deed

And then interrupted another folk
He too, would have taken time a joke

Obviously! There he started too
Acting and modeling he wished to do

If he had voiced his wishes on time
His career today would be sublime

And some time, is now what he needs
So his dreams he could heed

On a vast unknown land
Earning gold lessons, I stand

How the time gone will ne'er return
Nor the past shall return

And then to Earth I return back
Knowing time is what I lack

How this daydreaming buried my time
With a frown, now I whine

"Do you know where is the time emporium"
"Tell me which way lane leads to the time emporium"