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The elder once said
That the pool would relate
And tell us our future,
Our eventual fate.
I saw happiness there,
On the surface of the pool
And I wonder if it's true,
Or if I'm a fool.
After all, what's a pool
But a puddle of water?
How can such a thing
Tell us what is forever?
The elder once said
That the pool would reveal
And we would see at once
What was fake and real.
But today something's wrong,
There's no reflection to see.
What could this mean?
Will I cease to be?..