Glass Ball

A glass ball could tell my fortune clearly with a glitter.

What would you see in its shiny curve’s predictions of wealth,

Prediction of death or prediction of true love?

Who can say—

Are better days possible in the moment.

Questions ring out into the empty darkness.

Paths not followed and roads not taken,

And choices made and second-guessed later,

Can you tell me my fortune?

Questions that are too big to ask and too simple to answer.

A glass ball could tell all, but is it all worth knowing?

Step after step towards the beginning of the end.