The Flames Of Troy

The present attacks like light. I dream of going back 80 billion years to meet one of the other me's, to see what the
other sees, to dream what the other dreams. I'm sure a lot has changed with the millenia's passed. I'm certain I'll find my worst enemy. Someone who's not so cowardly, poisoned with popularity, condescending carelessly. With time, I've dropped down the ladder of society, yet somehow regained sanity. My dreams may seem impossible, but give me an eternity, and I promise not to disappoint anybody.