KingJeremy28

On my way to my past, I saw a hill. On top of it there was a door, Which placidly stood there. The door was the way to nowhere. I tried crawling on that hill But I got tired And couldn't run anymore. So I fell on the grass And the grass swallowed me I was captive to the place That shouldn't be reached Where the future does not see. On my way to the future, I saw a lake. There was me standing on the ground. Then I talked myself, Yet I sounded so fake. And I tried to change myself So I talked to the water. The water swallowed me, With a melodious mutter And I talked, and I yelled, But I couldn't go back To the place I w