I wish for time
travel.
Not for looking
back, unless it's from a future time smiling fondly in hindsight, but
because I am growing impatient watching this pot...
I am ever the child
tucked and dreaming in the eve about the morning when the stories my
parents told me were true and the gifts did indeed come with ribbons
and bows and anthems and parades and ice cream just before bedtime.
So I believe we are
better than ourselves an hundred years ago and we will be better than
we are an hundred years from now.
I simply long to
last to see it all, though I know I will not last long enough, the
consequence of being a child is that I cannot stay up late enough.
So I'll live in hope
and dream in sleep of everything which will be.
...and of Time
Machines:)
