Dates change and days stay the same
Black as pitch sets in each night
Memories flood like blankets of rain
Darkness always ends by light

Is time a segment or a line?
Does it travel in one, inevitable direction?
What happens to time, when we die?
Does it abide by the same mortal infliction?

What does it mean; when time runs out?
How do you stop the show from being over?
I’d rather live timeless, than in a mental drought
Does the timeline move? Is that how we get older?

Can we only travel one way?
If two, what to choose?
Only you can say-
Backwards? Sure. What’s there to lose?

Down this lane we relive our best days-
Down this way, we re-endure our worst
One extreme price is due to pay-
Ejecto seato doesn’t work in a hearse

So what will it be, Traveller?
Will you set cruise, and write the end you choose?
Will you relive days of the same?
Or will you strive to make great memories, anew?