It was only the beginning.

I fumbled with the keys

And could not open the door

That if left open,

Would have separated me

From my present and past

And take me to the Beyond,

Past the tomorrows

That seemed familiar and tried.

I was in a fix and

Didn’t know what to do,

It seemed I was stuck deep

In the mire of Time

I still am.

The sequence of the keys,

They are lost, and

Time progresses ever so slowly,

That now I doubt my memory,

Acumen and resources.

I have been unable to obliterate

The written or mute the spoken

Even though I still hold the keys

That I could not use.

I could not rewrite my future,

I could not change the course of Time,

Or history,

The changes I found were beyond me.