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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,

blue shoes,

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.