Time Machine

What would it be to travel back?
If we could stop time as a clock
To correct our lives,
Fulfil that we lack,
Detracting the smouldering blackness,
Of cinder glow from former fire

What, where, when would you choose?
Would you go to prove or disprove?
Or change to approve the tale whence to improve?

Always a flash, sole singularity,
A lonesome moment defining history
Something regretted, or something un-proud,
That shrouds the present in what if mystery

Would but you change those things you did wrong?
Mistakes and misdeeds, heard in wind

Song felt as cold biting weather,
Regret and remorse for simple

Mistake self deplored

Would but you have one more chance to see gone?
That which you missed, messed, mired,
Displeasure resultant, and faltered
In hindsight observatory

Remember you must,
In mind you must keep
All the slopes that roll steep

And the slips, falls, tumbles
Through thorns and thistles
Are those that have made you

Who you are, the intractable truth
Is a unique human,
With feelings and thoughts,

Personality given by no person
You owe to yourself and the rest to keep certain,
As long as you live from this moment your best
Then all and forever, is duly forgotten