This fantasy came from the past
Arriving here to me at last
And when this happens, time disbands
Into a world I understand

The permanence I thought was mine
Could not believe the winds of time
I am somewhere in the middle
Center of forgotten riddles

A mind that glows with peace sublime
Does not need travel back in time
Mine envisions all the travels
Gets so tired that it unravels

My weary eyes can see it now
Accordingly, they take a bow
And, now, they both appear as one
The where I've been and what I've done