Jack Kerouac, Robert Frost.

I found a million stories,
Lying under the cloak,
Of passing time,
And I asked the nothingness,
That prevailed over this magical kingdom,
To tell me the way to freedom.

And it said,
Boy hop in will you,
Let us take you,
To a world new,
Man will you spend,
A moments few,
To redeem what was never lost,
Jack Kerouac, Robert Frost.

I said,
Is that a time machine,
Taking me to where I've never been,
To the worlds I've never seen?

Oh yes my dear,
So hop in,
Pop in this pill,
And stay still,
For we will go,
Where no one knows,
From where they came,
And isn't it a shame,
To not be able to blame,
Our origins for our fallacies.

But don't you worry,
Just hurry,
For we are taking you back,
To the future.