Three Hundred Years

You wake up sleepy here in our little town,
In the middle of the night.
You eat dinner for breakfast and Breakfast for dinner,
but lunch still stays the same.
But you spit it all back out,
So you never get to enjoy it.
You don't walk the dog in the traditional sense,
Instead, you put it down,
Yes that down,
 and it goes right back where it started!
Cleaning messes is easy because the house cleans it self,
Here in our little town.
You  go to work exhausted and hungry, and most definitely sober,
But you undo everything that was done before,
and yet you call it done.
Or you un-teach what was taught,
put the trash and recycling back,
Un-buy the groceries or
Un-win the lottery,
But that how it goes in our little town.
After lunch the sun goes down in the east,
And it slowly gets colder out when we go home wide awake,
Un-sipping our coffees or teas and kissing our spouses hello
We sit down and undo break fast too.
There's never any crime because it's always being un-done,
And you can never die,
Just grow younger until you no longer exist,
Even up to the moment  of conception.
Technology is slowly de-evolving and
We're getting dumber everyday.
I wish I could tell you how to stop it all,
 But I'm waiting for just the right day.
I made the wish to see time go back wards
And affect everyone but me.
Every second that goes by more history is being unmade,
People aren't dying from war or disease,
In fact, they're going home and being happy again.
And the sick children are able to play once more,
The dog you loved as a child is a puppy again,
Though he's being un-trained as we speak.
The cries of fear from the war bombs
Are cries of relief as they instead go away.
Sons and daughters come home with tears of laughter instead of fear!
Fifty years have gone by,
Maybe more,
As I watch history reverse.
I've seen so many disturbing entries,
About what happened in the past,
But the historians forgot to mention the happiness,
And the forgiving stories that unfolded As well.
I should probably stop and let history repeat itself,
But there's one thing I wanted to do first:
Three hundred years before now,
When my town was just a single field,
Before there were paved roads and friendly neighbors,
And the summer time fair,
Before there was the golf course and the churches,
And the old school bell,
There was just the fields and the few farmers,
Who decided that this was the place to start a new town.
I wanted to go back,
Literally go back,
And see who was responsible,
For starting my life off, right.