Time of my imagination

This poem is about the power of your imagination. Time is waiting and soon it will end. Can you change time?

A lady sat still on a chair dreaming about a heavenly world

When she heard someone singing her imagination began to change and played wild

She disappeared into reality when everything has begun to change

In return, she must discover the truth to help the world in exchange

However, if she alters the clock she would have changed her elinghtened, destined universe

Without self fulfilment she shall disperse

Time repeats itself and a new story is told.
Can you change time?