There, there. You with your hurried sense of wonder fixed within your glance. Where do you run off to when you leave your ghost behind its understated stance? We see through you my dear as you pave a path to follow. Always ahead and never within, chasing a dream but leaving your peace here to wallow. You always seem surprised as you peer back a step behind, seeing your ghosts in full bloom as you chase a future that only you can find. Our voices echo out, begging you to wait. But you move on, grasping for a non-existent fate.