Time Machine Poem by amanda awan

Time Machine



There I was sitting on my bed,
thinking of the motions going through my head.
I wonder what tomorrow will be,
I wish I had a time machine to go see.
Laughing, crying having fun,
will there be thunder, lightning or the sun?
But I never know such things like that,
eventhough they are definitely set.

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