Should i be
the hidden person in me
inside a spinning opportunity
exploring unknown territory
a trail of memory
only i see
the future
given as a present
wrapped in uncertainty
searching for happiness pleasantly
should i be
the hidden storm atop me
locking every door
with a master key
out and never in
forgetting where i had been
should i be
nothing more than a memory
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