time spent on others, building precious presents filled with moments shared,
while I, the time traveler have not a minute to spare,
no fuel to go back to beginning,
and let loose a flood of liberation.
Pupils dilated, yet the future can not be seen-
just a blank screen
and blurred blurry brown eyes, puffy puffed eye lids,
clouded from capturing tears. Nothing left behind but the
thoughts of a shattered future swim around the broken time machine.