I stand in a endless plane full of chaos and casualty
While the world spins and hugs me close
A voice whispers to not grow up in a hurry
And a mind full of creativity it shows

Forward three years I hear it again
Calling me towards history to be witness to the passage
As shielding me from the past would be in vain
For the voice says without this knowledge many shall perish

Two years pass before I hear the familiar voice once more
Saying to use that creativity and I’ll go far
I listen and my creativity I explore
And this time the voice has an avatar

Years pass and the voice has stayed by my side
As I look at the present in disgust as I see echoes of time.
A hand brushes against mine and cried
I look down to them and realize that the voice I heard was me intime
And I gladly take on the role of A voice