Future stand at the road and gazes down the way, she stumbles, but baby steps taken movement begins. Faltering, scared to continue, she prays for strength. Future moves forward toward the unknown. Cunning Past cannot have won already.
New horizons call Future to see all the possibilities. Move forward, strongly now, curiosity overcoming fear. Eyes and heart believing. Future begins to win.
Cunning Past cheats, trips Future into falling, faltering. Future stumbles by, gains momentum and denies Past’s win.
Head up, eyes forward Future catches a glimpse of the unknown at the line where the sun meets the earth, at the end of time. She stumbles, lost, afraid. Mirror in time, the unknown looks back. Cunning Past pursues.
Across time, Future and the unknown glimpse each other and reach out…suddenly Cunning Past unleashed her demons. Darkening down in packs, sight is lost, the glimpse forsaken.
Cunning Past, powerful and cruel, wants to win this race. Will Future allow the unknown to be taken from her, allowing Cruel and Cunning Past to rule again. “No!” she shouts, “No!” Future screams, the rage released. “I will win this race,” she vows, “I will smile again!”
“Cunning Past no longer may force my eyes to tears!” Future rips at Past’s painful demons, disallowing the guile of their familiar presence to hide the unknown longer. Finally, released of Past’s pain and demons, sunlight appears. Future's eyes look up, the unkown still stands far in the distance, the image clearer.
Impatient Future continues the race. First walking, now running, the unknown comes closer. Future wonders if the unknown seen in a glimpse so far away was true sight? Or was Cunning Past clouding perception behind her mask of lies.
Future journeys long on the uneven path. Will she fall when weakness calls and sleep again like the beauty, uncaring of the unknown that waits? “No,” Future vows, “Never again!” The unknown may hold pain, but it will be our pain, new pain, not old used pain. The unknown she seeks, her soul’s yearning, her prize, her gain.