The piece of paper

It was a certain dusk of reverie

when the Ghost of my future came to ask:

"Will you come? All your days I will unmask,

but with the dawn will go your memory.".

What should I do? To see and then unsee?

I know, I'll write all down! My secret task

concealing behind an innocent mask,

"I'll come." I said; the Ghost just smiled at me.

I woke up, the sun sparkling on the dew;

what did I see? I can't remember. Quick

my fingers found some paper in my pocket:

I did beat the curse! But ere I could mock it

I read: "I'm sorry, but I knew your trick.

After all, am I not the future you?".