The Time Traveler

Lost within the sands of time ,
I set out to pursue and make mine ,
What was once the history of time.

I see before me,
Infinite possibilities
Paced out before me,
And I shall make it mine,
Forever mine .

I see the birth of the universe,
An empty void
Devoid of anything,
That brings meaning
To an otherwise unfeeling,
Uncaring chaos of the universe.

To the front, I see the end
Another empty void,
Blank space that lost all hope,
A trillion dead stars ,
Burnt out galaxies,
All devoid of compassion
That once encompassed its mortal soul.

And to my side,
I see the progress
Of countless civilizations,
Countless possibilities,
All forms of life
Merrily living in its own way.

I was once one of them,
Happy and mortal,
With many friends,
And many enemies,
But I now roam
The epitome of time,
Enlightened beyond mortal comprehension,
But now cursed with loneliness
Forever.

The Guardian of time ignores me,
As if I no longer exist.
The Different gods or The Different faces of the same god,
They manifest supreme
In this realm of dreams .

Now I play
The Game of Gods,
To see the universe
From the view
Of a thousand eyes
Lost in time.

I once recalled an event
Of living a life in lament,
A Chief of Saxony,
A poor soul in agony,
A pious man was he
But loved more than glee,
His son of three.
And there he lied near his son's deathbed
His face full of regret ,
And O' how he cried
For he bids his time farewell,
From life itself,
For he could no longer cry,
His well ran dry,
And O' how he suffered
His life colored
In shades of black,
And now he turned his back
Into death's cold hands.

But I carry not tales of lament
Nor tales of malcontent,
For I have a tale from the orient,
A most preposterous tale,
Of a young boy of five
Living the life of a contrive,
A most brilliant boy,
Nary a level of coy.
He devised a trap
To catch the mouse
Or be labelled a louse.
O' how he tinkered
Till he finally figured,
A most astounding way
And the trap he laid.

O' but his smile
Would cover a mile,
When he finally caught
That pesky rot.
His elders astounded
As they lay there confounded,
At the efficient trap he laid.
Oh but he was overjoyed!
To the sound of praise
Hailed at him,
For inventing a more efficient way to trap
One that plagued,
For a seemingly limitless time.

O' but hearing these stories
Fills me with emotion,
Helps me ignore my demotion
To live alone.

O' but as a jousting Lance betrays its foes,
So does these stories betray my seclusion,
To live in this delusion,
Of this void in space,
Away from grace.
I cry,
I sob,
I yowl,
I wail,
I weep,
I mourn,
I lament,
For no longer am alive
But am just a mere fragment ,
Floating in the void of time.
O' but I hope someone hears me,
Hear my cries for help,
For I can no longer bear this miserable existence.
The agony of mortality would hurt better
Than this void of a life,
As I travel at the speed of light,
As I slip into the night

- Nikhil K