Time is a circus,
always packing up and moving away.
Always taking me with it,
to my dismay.

Normal is a dream,
for I don’t control my fate.
One second I’m in 1964,
the other I’m in 2008.

Landing in a different place and a different time,
I don’t want to explore.
I want to live in peace and not in fear,
that I might land in the middle of world war.

A life free of terror,
a life with a little laughter.
I don’t want everything ,
just a little happily ever after.