Bus schedule,
Airline schedule,
School schedule,
Everything happens in that second.
School is on,
While a plane flies over head.
You are locked into place.
Then zoom into the future,
Called imagination,
Or into the past,
Called recalling school,
Or go to the library and research.
This poem was written,
or will be written.
A vampire looms at night,
Doing what a vampire does,
While you put your children to sleep.
Everything was time traveled into place.
No stopping that fate.
Poem Fish 