I had no idea I was prophesying
When I answered the questionnaire
On where I see myself in fifteen years.
I just scribbled down a few things,
And being in third grade and acutely aware
I assumed by twenty-three I’d meet my wife,
She’d have black hair,
And she’d hate that a couple days after our wedding
I would be heading into space
To sample moondust,
With my best friend and pilot, Marcus.
I would return a week later,
Having seen the edge of the universe,
And realizing the finiteness that is man,
I’d let Marcus command the subsequent mission,
And I would settle down with my wife,
On an onion farm,
With our fluffy yellow dog,
And become a bazillionaire.