A map

Mystics have revered

Throughout the centuries.

Oracles prophecy

The next disaster.

Witches give us potions

For various cures.

All in all

We only want guidance.

Assurances

That the future

Will be okay.

Yet no one,

Nostradamus included

Is right,

Because

Even though

Humans want a road map

To their own lives,

Everything

Is up for interpretation.

This poem included.

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