The Hourglass
My eyes just see the tip of my toes,
path unknown full of storms.
Every step leaving something behind for the future I seek,
gazing into neverland I can not reach.
Holding hands with some of my ghosts I care about,
the bad ones crawling on my back to stay around.
As what I end up where,
I don't know.
Show me knowledge and I'll go.
I'll leave the present behind gladly,
as if in the future death couldn't get me.
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