Men have searched to the ends of the earth,
Hopeless they claimed you don’t exist, but a myth
Stories told for decades, centuries
With dreams of time travel burning from within
A version of you already existed, hidden in plain sight disguised in written texts.
A piece of the whole, a key nonetheless.
In writings of discoveries, experiences, and many stories
Of all ages, some carved in stone.
Through the writers’ words, one can travel back in time mentally and experience them.
Feeling emotions portrayed in writings make the travel more surreal.
In the stories, you can travel as you please.
Using books as your time machines