Of all the things that went before
And the many things not yet
Best to shun the wishful likelihood
As most uncertainties guessed bet
The future is not written down
Like the last page of a book
Skipping stages is impossible
No way to sneak a shifty look
Those stars up there so far away
May not be close enough to call
And those who are still lingering
Speak how yesteryears befall
On a planet forged from turbulence
Like cataclysmic happenstance
Hot and cold eventualities
That caused confusion's jerky dance
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