My Foggy Crystal Ball Poem by Alyssa Ray
My Foggy Crystal Ball
I look into my crystal ball
To predict my future
But why is my ball foggy?
Is it because my future
Will never be foretold?
Or is it because
I have no future
And this is my destination?
Shall I know?
Not until
My crystal ball
Is foggy no longer
Something about you, I think you'll have a good enough future - you can call me Swami if you like (just for today) - all of which does not necessarily invalidate the saying: No news is good news.
Clarity is the key. Hopefully your visions will be clear and you will not need the ball! DC
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4/23/2024 1:51:29 PM # 1.0.0.1119
I like this poem a lot. It sparks my intrigue. Bien!