Come and Knock On My Door
I'd felt so terrible over all the dialogue I'd either been pretending to hear or debating.
I knew something was terribly wrong.
As if the dream had been corrupted.
I could hear myself debating whether this was the outcome of a choice I'd already made or an inaction.
Was all that I was hearing a self imagined chain of terrible decisions that I didn't even know if I could fix or change.
The only reason to build a time machine is to prevent a nuclear war, find out if there is a better life or to build one.
There seemed to be two parts arguing with me, maybe more, A feminine part, and a faint masculine part that seemed to be fading away.
Your gonna make him crazier!
I was sure 150% sure that there were time travelers moping around the house.
Trying to change the outcome of a trial, a trial I knew would come at some point but for what?
I wanted time travel not to hide but to find a better world, a new life, a new way, maybe even a way to evolve the dinosaurs to the point of typing on a keyboard so in one instance toward the end of my life I'd have a way to see the sun implode shatter and possibly freeze my body permanently as a testament to the human will.
I'd have no memory of it
You wouldn't even know how you got there
At the point of death my memories would be gone every bit of knowledge accumulated would have to be relearned.
From birth to final death
Another voice spoke Sean Canavan died on September 11, 2001
I heard this terrible sound coming from next door, my own voice, Emma! crying asking for forgiveness.
someone kept saying, please I don't want this for me!
Help him!
A way to see the last part of this world I'd already piece by piece had been deciding to leave behind.
I'd become so self involved, that I'd been trying to break out of this implosion.
The quantum link can never be broken
No one else could hear the argument so I counted it for being delusional.
I thought back deeply to memories in my youth people I'd left behind in high school.
I certainly had left them with memories.
Who can forget that naked dude running around all the time.
I once met a man who said death smiles upon us all, all man can do is smile back.
And of that I cannot be sure to my last my breath being choked or dying to force a smile.
I would always keep breathing, fighting to see the sun again.
Despite a series of unfortunate dreams that spoke of tragedy, and what felt like a dark presence, a void walker slipping by taking something with me or so it seemed.
I kept running over the accumulated memories of timelines I'd written out from memory.
The time traveler has to be responsible to themselves
The perception of the time traveler can effect other time travelers
If I did not know death was a possibility I will not, would not, and cannot build a time machine.
But since I've already witnessed my own fall from years ago it will all crash down to a single moment that cannot be changed even for myself.
I cannot avoid it.
It is uncertain what I will see into the far future, why stop time traveling forward 100 years, why not go further forward a 1000 years, a millennium.
Will we still be here?
Will our world have gone?
Pride goes before a fall as they say.
But while I still have it I will do all I can to inspire a better world.
-Astral Samurai keepin' it square
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I knew something was terribly wrong.
As if the dream had been corrupted.
I could hear myself debating whether this was the outcome of a choice I'd already made or an inaction.
Was all that I was hearing a self imagined chain of terrible decisions that I didn't even know if I could fix or change.
The only reason to build a time machine is to prevent a nuclear war, find out if there is a better life or to build one.
There seemed to be two parts arguing with me, maybe more, A feminine part, and a faint masculine part that seemed to be fading away.
Your gonna make him crazier!
I was sure 150% sure that there were time travelers moping around the house.
Trying to change the outcome of a trial, a trial I knew would come at some point but for what?
I wanted time travel not to hide but to find a better world, a new life, a new way, maybe even a way to evolve the dinosaurs to the point of typing on a keyboard so in one instance toward the end of my life I'd have a way to see the sun implode shatter and possibly freeze my body permanently as a testament to the human will.
I'd have no memory of it
You wouldn't even know how you got there
At the point of death my memories would be gone every bit of knowledge accumulated would have to be relearned.
From birth to final death
Another voice spoke Sean Canavan died on September 11, 2001
I heard this terrible sound coming from next door, my own voice, Emma! crying asking for forgiveness.
someone kept saying, please I don't want this for me!
Help him!
A way to see the last part of this world I'd already piece by piece had been deciding to leave behind.
I'd become so self involved, that I'd been trying to break out of this implosion.
The quantum link can never be broken
No one else could hear the argument so I counted it for being delusional.
I thought back deeply to memories in my youth people I'd left behind in high school.
I certainly had left them with memories.
Who can forget that naked dude running around all the time.
I once met a man who said death smiles upon us all, all man can do is smile back.
And of that I cannot be sure to my last my breath being choked or dying to force a smile.
I would always keep breathing, fighting to see the sun again.
Despite a series of unfortunate dreams that spoke of tragedy, and what felt like a dark presence, a void walker slipping by taking something with me or so it seemed.
I kept running over the accumulated memories of timelines I'd written out from memory.
The time traveler has to be responsible to themselves
The perception of the time traveler can effect other time travelers
If I did not know death was a possibility I will not, would not, and cannot build a time machine.
But since I've already witnessed my own fall from years ago it will all crash down to a single moment that cannot be changed even for myself.
I cannot avoid it.
It is uncertain what I will see into the far future, why stop time traveling forward 100 years, why not go further forward a 1000 years, a millennium.
Will we still be here?
Will our world have gone?
Pride goes before a fall as they say.
But while I still have it I will do all I can to inspire a better world.
-Astral Samurai keepin' it square
-
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