My Crystal Ball
Many say that the future no-one can predict at all.
Yet through our past many prophesize what they saw.
Crystal a metaphysical item that has held much mystery,
Recollections of stories told that so many could see.
Yet not only through all seeing balls are parts of history.
Stars have been used to foretell, in amazing accuracy.
Thoughts brought on in different ways, blind us deeply.
Allusions in dreams have come true rising in lucidity.
Like for me, my dreams, not all but some, pan out literally.
Blessings or maybe a curse, time will show us all veracity.
Another century or after end, our knowledge will hold infinity.
Listen to all the stories being told, some chaos, others indemnity.
Learn there are many things that we know not of our residency.
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