The crystal ball is broken,
Shattered
in a thousand pieces,
Scattered
on the basement floor
Just
waiting to be swept away.
A
thing of beauty in its day,
Filled
with hope and aspiration,
Forward
seeking, always searching
For
that temple in the sky,
Looking
for an alibi
To
hide the fear of taking chances,
Falling
victim to the winds of change
The
fates are bound to bring.
Still
the sirens softly sing
Their
subtle songs of dreams fulfilled,
Beckoning
to press their will,
Rekindling
the fire within,
To
pick up pieces and begin
With
hope reborn to start anew,
New
decisions, new directions,
New
crystal ball to gaze into.
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