Your future self is watching you right now through memories,
A ghost in the mirror of yet to be histories.
Each step you take, they already know,
Footprints frozen deep in tomorrow’s snow.

They whisper back through the cracks in time,
In echoes dressed like rhythm and rhyme.
You think you’re lost, they know the map,
They’ve walked this dream, they’ve sprung this trap.

The choices you make, they’re scars they wear,
Painted in silence, and spoken in prayer.
They’ve cried for you on nights not yet come,
And smiled at the battles you’ve not yet won.

So tread with courage, or at least with grace,
That version of you is saving a place.
And if you fall, don’t look away,
They’re watching still, and they chose to stay.