February Poem 7/28
Predictions
Once more to reiterate
You cannot predict the past
Others have tried, many have failed
But none of them will last
Dead on arrival or sunk at the ports
An aimless goal, An aimless goal
Belly up at the docks, shot down near the forts
An aimless goal, an aimless goal
You cannot predict the past, young yogi
You cannot predict the past.
Oblique Strategy of the day: Repetition is a form of change