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.