Ten inches
In front of me.
Life moves on
And I go
With the flow.
I pretend to know
What I am doing,
But in reality,
I can't even see
Ten inches in
Front of me.
I am no clairvoyant,
Though I do see the future.
Not in Palms, nor
Tea leaves, nor signs.
I see the future in eyes.
Ten, the magic number
That allows me to see
Past lies, into soul depths
I pierce to find hidden truths
Of who we are.
No one ever comes
Within ten inches,
So I remain blind.
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