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I predict the world that you live in,
I see what is to be and how things happened before.
Answers are as common as rocks marking the trail,
Although the paths' are followed incorrectly.
I follow a map of life,
But I still seem to get lost.
Perceived as smart, and almost always correct,
Why am I such a fool?
Listen to yourself, my head says,
Yet my heart will always lead me astray.
I am the foolish man you will ever see, but go ahead, ask me a question I promise you that it will be right in the end.