Back thru time I wish to go,

To 1954, the year of my birth,

Want to visit myself that day,

And with myself just play…

But what if,

What if I did kill myself that day,

Would I exist after that to return,

Or would I simply vanish, never to have existed,

No life would I have to return to,

I know these thoughts are yes quite twisted…

Let me leave with myself,

A letter to the self,

To be read upon puberty,

To know what lies ahead,

If that me did grow to be another of the same, Ed…

All the warnings though, knowing me,

I would just ignore and pretend I didn’t see,

I would want to live my life as I, of it, did perceive,

I was stubborn and would not change,

Leaving in the wake of my passing, a great amount of debris…

© ed ~ 2/4/06