haunted by the ghosts clinging to your heels
memory shadows, still there at every turn
its time to kick them off, jump up and fly
swallow your pride and let go of your bags
stare into my eyes and you'll see them morph and change
almost as swift as the shift of my future
we are children of the Unknown
floating, drifting but never quite landing
we are the Kings and Queens on this large life-chessboard
hello there, Future; you're looking awfully bright these days
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