Time Machine

Time Machine of the meaningless.

I’m wishing I could go back, and fix my mess.

As you guess,

That time has passed.

Cased in stone.

I've grown.

Time is passing, and I'm wishing my mistakes never happened. 

Maybe if I examined my choices harder, maybe listen harder.

Maybe my life would be as perfect as it seems.

Time Machine of my dreams.

As it seems, my theme, is the most perfect girl in the world.

No flaws, just aws.

Even my friends think I'm the most perfect girl in the world.

I don't see it.

I see the mistakes.

I see how I break. 

I see how I fall. 

I see what lies under my mask,

It's like a task. 

Task for the broken.

My broken past.

Thinking at the wrong time, is what I do best.

My final scene doesn't scare me.

Past battling future. 

What is next to occur?

What happened last year?

Fix the life of the meaningless. 

A time machine would fix my mess.

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Explanation

We pray for a time machine, because we can’t handle the reality we created for ourselves. We think, I wish my past was this or I hope my future is this. Failing to realize that neither can be changed in the now. But what can change in the now is the present, there is nothing better than the present. People think the tiny steps don’t matter but they're actually the most important part to changing anything unfavorable that comes in our path.  A time machine is not the answer, hard word and dedication is.