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I’m haunted by the future,
By the things I’ll never see.
I can’t escape the vision of
The me I’ll never be.

Yes, the future’s out to find me
Though I try my best to hide.
I build with all the things I’ve done
And hide myself inside.

I killed that future person
By not choosing to be he.
So now he haunts the present time
Despite my fervent plea.

He can’t, of course, know ev’ry tide
Is lifted by the sea.
Despite his wails that I comply,
The author of life is me.

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