Swirling mists obscured the scene;
occulting awaited revelations.
In the clearing,
the future played out its scenes one by one,
on Chrystal walls,
like a painting on a canvas.
He interpreted each image in a factual way,
though I took it with a proverbial,
grain-of-salt;
after all, this was just for fun.
My friend and I did it only for entertainment;
no one can really tell the future…we thought.
Years later, we of boggled minds
and over cappuccino, compared notes.
We decided that at least one psychic,
was on the mark.
What’s more bizarre? It seems that when anyone says,
“It can’t happen” or “can’t be done”;
the opposite is true and the impossible manifests.
There is limit to our freedom
For the wealthy it’s all about wisdom
For the singer in the star and stardom
Even for the king in his kingdom
You are free to speak… no slander
You are free to mix … no occulting
You are free to vote… no rigging
You are free to live… no blunder
You are free to take… no stealing
You are free to walk… no roaming
You are free to drive… no speeding
You are free to fight… no killing
We are free yet bound with a chain
We can get the gain… also the pain
We can join the train… and the strain
There is freedom… in the tough terrain
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