Wouldn't it be wonderful, if I could glance
Into the depths of a crystal ball? To let it
Show my future, every step of the way laid out
Before my eyes. I'd know how all this will end, just like
Those sorcerers in fairytales who stare
Far into the future. Everything is clear to them: how
Things started, how things shall end;
When people are born, when they will die.
I'd make all the best decisions,
Carefully planned with full knowledge of the future.
I'd have no regrets, nothing
I wish I could change, nothing
To look back and cry about. And
I'd have the future I've always envisioned,
Effortlessly. I'd live for ages, carefully avoiding
Each event that could lead to my doom.
How heartbreaking, though, to see
The fate of all those people I love. To lose them,
One by one, to a sudden change of fate; while I remain,
Alone, protected by my flawless decisions, yet
Cursed to live on till my hair is white and
Teeth are gone. Nobody to walk me through
My last moments in life, no family, no friends
To bury me in the earth, when it is
Finally my turn to go.
Wouldn't it be truly wonderful, if
We stopped counting our days, and
Stopped wishing to have foresight? Perhaps
It is the desire of a crystal ball that makes us
Forget, we decide how we act, and
Our actions decide how we die.
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Those Days
PoetryInnocence is bliss. I used to wish I'd grow up sooner. I thought growing up was all about getting taller and having more freedom. Just a few years ago, the only problems I had to worry about were bad grades and broken friendship. Even though I thoug...
