A trip to the past would tell us nothing
Experience has blessed us in that field
A trip to the future is deceiving
The things we think may change will stay the same

We foresee the future and dwell on the past
But what is time?
Why is time assumed on a clock with 24 hours in a day
And 365 days in a year?

Imagine a place in the time continuum
That isn’t past, present, or future
They go up and down and intersect all the time
But what if we went sideways?

Sideways in time
And entering a parallel catacomb
Your watch reads like a smudge
For it would not move back or forward

What would be in this envelope of time?
How big would each parallel be?
Would it be unlike anything we’ve ever seen?
It would be more alike than we know
But just so it’d be as different as possible

Would time exist; would there be chaos?
There are more ways to gamut sideways than anything else
But there are less ways to access than any other

This paradox of time may never be solved
For I know less about these parallels than anyone else
But I know far more than everyone