With my each and every same old rhyme, I wish to travel through the passage of time, To that seemingly true parallel universe, To make another distinct kind of verse. Though each one is not exclusively mine, Yet in a way I do write each and every line, Though I am unique, only one and alone, Yet I feel it's certainly got to be my clone. Like a strange poem of science fiction, It may lack most of our real conviction, And I know too my poem stands as a whole, But my thoughts get lost in the black hole.
