Prophecy
A future I am trying to contort.
A future that I demand.
But people are living out their own sanity.
And not attempting to try to understand the prophecy!
The one I am willing to create out of my imagination.
The one that feels more lively than the hours that I am losing.
Why is time out of order?
Why is time so disordered…
The insanity of one.
Is a nuisance to those who understand.
That the future blooms naturally.
Copyright © Angelica Tao | Year Posted 2022
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