Torn between two heavy weights,
Appears two magic gates,
Between future and past,
Backwards the die is cast.

A pinhole in the fabric of space,
To change the thread of time I race,
Sliding through the wormhole,
Which twists deep into my soul.

Future rushes into my dreams,
To you I refract its beams,
A keyhole into another dimension,
The key is our redemption.