There's no question that I travel through time,
In the natural order it isn't a crime,
But, the direction I travel seems set in stone,
I can't travel to see skin put back on a bone,
Dinosaur bones I can see rebuilt up to the sky,
But, I can only imagine how they could live and
or die,
It seems the direction of time takes me only one
way,
I can move towards tomorrow but not yesterday,
You see I have often traveled from what did to
what does,
But, I have never traversed from what's now to
what was.