If we build a time machine, a whirring beast,
To chase lost moments, memories unreleased,
Would we rewrite the wrongs, the choices made,
Or stir a storm, a future yet unplayed?

The past, a siren, with a tempting song,
Could fixing cracks just make the whole thing wrong?
The future is veiled, a mystery untold,
Might tampering unravel, make us grow old

Before our time? The present, fleeting guest,
Would chasing shadows leave us unblessed?
Perhaps the journey's heart, the quest's fire,
Is what defines us, fuels our soul's desire.