Can You See?

December 24, 2019

What is it

This future that you hold

In the fist

Of your fatigued

hand.

What is it

Going to be;

Who are you going

To be? The answer lies

Within the fist

For no one to

See

Except the prudent owl;

Repeating

Who,

WHO,

WHO!

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