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Written Prediction
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January 2011 What lies up ahead?
is there anything worth mentioning,
or is my life already dead?
anything worth showing my kids?
or will i always dwell in my bed,
well i always write down mixtures of,
creativity and something i read?
am i brain dead?
does all the smoking blacken my lungs,
then decide to spread?
eyes read and spaced out more than a 'naut,
looking through the window,
forgetting his assignment cause,
only once will the windows show,
Earth in all it's splendor,
friends and foes,
2012 or nuclear holocaust,
the end nobody knows,
i'd rather not,
surprised are something i never really liked to show,
look out below,
my confidence starts to grow,
i know i can be,
anyone i choose to be,
reborn,
now i'm rewriting my fictitious history.
