I dream about building a time machine,
and use it to travel back in time.
I dream about going back to a friend,
who was more than a friend a while back.
I want to cover up my mistakes
and fix everything that ever went wrong.
I think about all those acquaintances,
may be a minute or two long,
that could have been a relationship.
I dream about flourishing those acquaintances,
I dream about nurturing those relationships.
I dream about my good old school days,
How restless and carefree I was.
Unquiet I still am,
But not as happy as I was before.
I dream about being in that time,
when I had no sense,
radically naïve and jejune,
and even a simple hug by my grandmother
meant a whole world to me.
I dream about going back to my mother’s womb
where I can rest in peace again.
I dream about building a time machine
to live my life one more time.