The burntish orange and putrid red

That flashes and dances across the sky

In the endless dance of a birth

The dawning of a new day

If it were so, Could we forget time?

If it were possible, Could we go back?

The comprehension of time, keeps it from being so!

Then we could for we never knew it passed.

Burning and Turning it does

As the earth goes round,

Though if it were not so.

Could we be time travelers lost in

The myriad of colors born each day?

Oh, to go to the past..

Change what is to be so..

Would we know what to change?

And when to change it, Or how?

I could, I could, I could change it so..

But who would benifit from it?

The mistakes we make are there for a purpose,

To teach us to grow to a new level..

Possibly to a higher plane,

Could it be, we are to journey there?

From far away? May-be so,

But do we dare?

So the birth of a new day has passed

Have you learned it will never last?

Though if it could be so,

Would you keep it,

Or let it go...

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