The future is, like a foggy road, an uncertain thing.
We cannot predict it, only hypothesize or glimpse in the distance what will happen in the near future.
The only sure thing is the end.
No matter how it happens, the hourglass will eventually run out completly.
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PoetryYou will find here all my poems written on a whim or at the rhythm of my emotions.
