Description: Ray Bradbury wrote a short story about a group of eight-year-old boys fascinated with time travel.When they wanted to visit the past they'd go to the 'time machine,' a hundred year old man who told them stories about a past they could never touch. This poem is based on that story. This one is about two years old and has to do with the disposability of an older generation. Some people find the brakes after hitting the wall.
hmm says it pretty much. a very interesting thought. it seems unfinished to me, but maybe i have comprehended it wrong but i get the feeling of how much time is a simple disruption of existence but, after all, we live a linear existence and we need time to guide us along our paths to give us challenges and forcing us to set goals to want to be able to defeat it and become what we were born into linear existence to be. but there is always the feeling deep inside what would happen if there was no time and we had all the worlds existence to become what we are? well i'm rambling so good write think on my words a bit.