He sees hands on one screen,
His wires skip to future memories,
‘Stuff me in my time machine and take me
to right now.’

She is sorcery.
This is so surreal.
Time is sorcery.
She is so surreal.
What if time waits ‘til I’m ready, to tell me it’s not?

He sees mud, a smile on Halloween.
His wires run to what it’s gonna be.
‘Stuff me in my time machine and take me
there right now.’

Time looks back at me.
Won’t get back to me.
Won’t look back at me.
Time, come back to me.

Time machine take me to right now. Right now.

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