Make sure to leave some room,
For the faith that there are some things you know,
As mysterious as the moon,
That will only be ruined by being known,
Because it's knowledge of another time,
That has yet to come but which you unknowingly foresee,
That you will eventually find.
And how much more satisfying it will be,
When great results are even a surprise to you,
Though to others it will seem like great foresight,
When instinct was the only fact that you knew.
And it's alright,
If it all goes to pot,
Because it will have only gone to pot for the present,
While in the future, it will definitely not.
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