The Time Capsule.

Press that red button,
And confess,
Hold your secrets,
Across the rooms for the whole world to see,
Speak out loud all the things inside,
If 50 years from now,
They open this capsule,
And you still breathe,
Will you believe?
The words that left your lips,
Will you cry?

Smile and look away,
When they speak of the dark room,
Bantered with secrets and tears,
And they nudge and question,
Raise eye brows,
To skip this 50 years,
And laugh at every word,
50 years from now,
You'll cry to.

Press that red button once again,
And erase with lies,
Fake smiles,
All your confessions from last night,
The truth about life, for every body,
Out there, listening, 50 years from today,
When they turn this capsule,
Erase the truth, let them suffer,
Don't stray them from love,
Don't stray them from hurt,
Betrayal and heartbreaks,
Let them feel this too,
Here what you feel in this room,
Bantered with secrets and tears,
You care enough to stay up nights,
And remember these words,
Wonder with clouds passing by,
Of their eyes, of their thoughts,
Will they change?
Do you want them to change?
If 50 years from now,
They open this capsule,
And you're still breathing,
Would you want them to know,
All that you found out,
With scars and stabs,
The words that left your lips.
Will they make you cry?