Uncertainty


As I sit upon my desk
I gaze at a flashing cursor.
I ask myself "What is to come?"
The future is a blur before me.
I think myself unique,
Yet my querry has been asked since time was concieved.

What on earth could this-
This flashing bar create?
It is as unknown as life.
Seekers shall come,
Yet not know what they find
What will come is hard to answer, yet easy to learn.

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