We'll begin
Well beyond the late-Victorian imaginings of H.G. Wells
Come with me
Pressing forward half-a-century plus
We're in the 1950s
Gone from England to America
We're with the CIA
Conducting covert mind control experiments
Here's where we first feel ourselves
Slightly slipping on time's tenuous banana skin
And we see objects instantly shift locations
An inkling you'd have missed if you'd blinked
Lose ten more years
Somewhere in the 1960s
We'll almost touch time-travel again
Oh so nearly peeling ourselves away from the now
Almost actually letting go to tumble into the future-past
On a whole host of hallucinogens
Peyote, LSD, magic mushrooms and more
Oh, but then we lost it
Lost the plot
Simply got swallowed
Stole ourselves a century of shallow selfishness
We'll jump that hurdle too
And here we are
At the true start of our journey
We're on a warming planet
Where nothing that's nailed here will survive
This will be our most ambitious leap
One millennium forward
So that we can survive
And life goes on
Wish us luck