Scrambled Brains

Space meets time in s sight unheard
Travel sits with volume,
When the wind pulls waves around a tower
Life whistles a familiar tune,

Recalling a future from a past untold
The magic spell is cast,
Creating shapes from words unspoken
The answer is here at last,

While thinking with blank thoughts
An intelligent one may ask,
If the question wasn't given
Would the journey have a task?