Despite the things that he foretold
The seer of fortune could not
Forsee his own demise
A victim of the forces he invited
To take up in himself
That would reveal the secret
Workings of the world
Of which we only sense with Five
From his window day and night
Watching closely as the Sun
Runs from the stars
Outnumbered trillions to one
Out of seven billion
Only he believed the
Prophecies he saw, the rest
Perceived as nothing but a fraud
With each prediction he called right
Every vision proved his sight
More and more, the clueless flocked to
Ask him for advice
He at first obliged
But slowly he began to find
Time and time again
Answering the same old questions
Gathering his strength
He gazed as far as he had
Ever gone before
Piercing through the wall he saw
Nothing at all
All paths converged to naught
Darkness consumed his thoughts
Overcome by knowledge that he sought
Realizing the human insignificance
He couldn't justify his own existence
Burdened by the gift and curse of clairvoyance
Reluctant to accept
He cried out!
Take me!
Take me to a place
I can be free
Free from abusurdity
Raise me!
Raise me to a state
Where I can leave behind the lies
The belief that there's more to life
Finally he found his peace
Enlightened lifted to his feet
No longer did he need to see
The future to be sure
Just as though he were reborn
No more disturbed by what he saw
He failed to notice there a rock
On which he tripped and all went dark
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