Tell me
What do you see
Your prophecy
Of what will be
What does the future
Have in store
Around the corner
Behind the door
Which once opened
Cannot be closed
Please tell me
What I should choose
As my next move
Now you mean to tell me
That you can’t see
What lies in wait
To ambush me?
So if you can’t tell me
What I should should do
How can you tell me
What not to do?
You’re not a prophet
You can’t foresee
So stop please stop trying
To direct me
MS Poetry 
Hmm, I love the bravery in this poem. Good job!
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Thank you
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haha….love how this moves, the musical words and it’s true, too! We do it all the time to people, and they do it to us 🙂
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I managed to stop (I think/hope). But others still do it, for sure. Hence me writing this… 🙂
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