The World In Eternity

A poem on time travel 

Every day,

Every minute, 

Every second of your life 

and mine,

and everyone else's in the universe

makes up a world,

Full of vast deserts of boredom, 

streets and lanes paved with pride, 

Tall, twisting towers of lives of adventure and glory, 

And small demure cottages of simplicity and serenity.

Let's dash through the streets, 

Climb the stairs up and down history,

Visit long-forgotten cities and abandoned countries, 

Encounter terrors beyond imagination,

Gape at ancient and future masterpieces, 

Meet history makers and icons, 

Get lost in unnavigable labyrinths, 

Watch as civilizations burn,

Make further and further gambles, 

Stretch the limits of this world, 

And experience the infinite multiplicity of being.

And long after these travels through time have come to an end, 

As routineness and mundanity reign over the days passing by, 

When the memories of these journeys fade into obscurity, 

When they become fantasies, 

Do not dismay.

There shall be a citadel 

constructed of 

Every day,

Every minute,

Every second of your life in Eternity.