Picking Predictions
All I know
Is that I know nothing
Life just another
Mystery novel
With no ending
Until the end
So mysterious,
We don’t even know how many pages
No foreshadowing
As to what happens when we go
Pick your prediction
It’s all you’ve got
Because you can’t count
Each grain of sand in the hourglass
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