# 11694
Quatrain of My Future Wit - 11694 - Yorktown Disciple
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Yorktown Disciple
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Not
a
true
seer
of
the
world
a
true
seer
of
the
world
My Future Wit
I may not see the future, no clear
details emerge as I try to
understand where I'm
going,
I am not a true seer of the world,
I am without a glimpse of
what the future is truly
showing.
I can dream of star travel, but the
spaceship I see is not round,
it is square to let my
head fit,
I'm headed toward eternity with no
life particles present, I shall
hang on to my ride, by
my wit.
Yorktown Disciple
I may not see the future, no clear
details emerge as I try to
understand where I'm
going,
I am not a true seer of the world,
I am without a glimpse of
what the future is truly
showing.
I can dream of star travel, but the
spaceship I see is not round,
it is square to let my
head fit,
I'm headed toward eternity with no
life particles present, I shall
hang on to my ride, by
my wit.
Yorktown Disciple