Boring through the deep blue sea,
His eyeless gaze next turned on me.
"Your future," said he wond'ringly,
"Will not be carved by destiny.
"Your choices come from your own will,
'Tis you who must do good or ill.
Most do not possess this skill,
But you shall make the world stand still.
“It all depends on your desire –
Turn vicious war into cease-fire?
Finish quick, relax, retire?”
“I think my path is to inspire.”
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