I haven’t much truck with clairvoyance;
It’s all I can handle, you see,
To deal with the present (at times, not too pleasant),
So, as for what’s next, let it be.
There are those with enhanced intuition,
And others who claim a sixth sense;
They make their predictions, of which most are fictions—
Are we better off? No offense,
But it seems that a glimpse of the future
Does little to sweeten our cup.
For since we’ve evolved, nothing much has been solved;
Further foretaste might make us give up.
The secret of life is the voyage,
And just how one copes with the journey;
So laugh, love and hearten those lives you take part in,
Until you go out on a gurney.