Poetry

301 – I Can Tell The Future

It’s not the blessing you might want it to be
It is complicated like you wouldn’t believe
And instead of feeling super human
It’s like being the most mundane of all
Whose only super power is knowing and waiting
It’s not the dream you would assume; it’s a curse
Like watching love land somewhere it isn’t wanted
And not being able to save it… But worse.

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