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
poem by Alyssa Ray
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