Paradoxes

Traveller in time, like a poem before the rhyme, Running through the ages, never knowing what he'll find. Never arrive too late, Before today cooks what yesterday ate. Bought tomorrow's newspaper back in seventy-three, Now the headlines staring right back at me. One step forward, two centuries back, I left my footprints all over the track. Para, para, paradoxes, Time threads get tangled up. Chickens chasing foxes, In my warped para paradoxes. Round and round the clock hand goes, Nobody really knows. I laugh while the universe boxes With my sweet para paradoxes. Going back in time to marry your grandmother, Then you wake up and you're your own grandfather. Rudeness gets mixed with civility, When you start to bend probability. I shook my own hand in a railway station, Then argued with me about my destination. I saw my future drinking tea, He looked at me and said, "Don't follow me." Para, para, paradoxes, Time threads get tangled up. Chickens chasing foxes, In my warped para paradoxes. Round and round the clock hand goes, Nobody really knows. I laugh while the universe boxes With my sweet para paradoxes. I met an old king who hadn't been born, Saw midday arriving before the dawn. A little butterfly flapped one wing, Now the whole wide world is a different thing. I wrote myself a letter from next July, Warning me about a blue moon in the sky. But I lost the note before it was read, So maybe the future stayed ahead. Maybe time is a spinning wheel, Maybe only this moment is truly real. Para, para, paradoxes, Time threads get tangled up. Chickens chasing foxes, In my warped para paradoxes. Yesterday and tomorrow dance, Leaving everything to chance. I tip my hat to the cosmic boxes Full of strange para paradoxes.