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Reach out, reach far,
Reach further than you can see.
Seek beyond what you know for what you believe.
Imagine the tree,
Envision the roads,
See the river.
Watch its flow, the flow of time.
Look at the others, carried by the waves of fate.
They swim in the river, struggling through life.
They do not know, will not believe, cannot see.
They are free as Autumn's falling leaves,
Swooshed away in the curent of fate.
But you know, you can see.
And what you see leaves you no choice.
You determine your path as fate commands.
You know where you're going, no choice but to go there.
This sight grants no freedom,
This sight curses with bondage.
'Tis not the Seer what makes the prophecy,
'Tis the prophecy what controls the Seer.
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