A handful of skills and imagination,
Made my ticket to the competition,
Outshining the dim lighted ones,
And I don't even need a gun.

After the show and tell,
An unknown individual—I foretell,
Spurning my only guess,
I couldn't care any less.

Planning wholeheartedly ahead,
For something to show and to invent,
I reckon the figure with its back at me,
I was being followed, then I flee.

Seeing it again around there,
Where I design and I repair,
Like a searcher searching for someone,
I can only hope I am not the one.

Now the memory came by,
I saw long ago before my parents died,
And the sorted pictures and books,
Belonged to my grandfather's troop.

Finding the truth behind that human,
And its creepy and captious plan,
Quite exasperating but why,
Does this person has something to imply?

The mysterious shadow approaches,
Fully cloaked by darkness,
Then whispered clearly to my ear,
"The future awaits you, my dear."

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