I was last in line when they dispensed smart
So in consolation I was given a talent to see beyond and around corners
Now there is nothing left to warn about and my talent is worn out
The future will be read as history and the warnings are a waste.
All good things must end and the gifts will be swallowed by rifts.
As more move from aspiational to operational friends will be set adrift
It was not the best way to touch lives but it was my way.
The time to go has now arrived I told you so now I must go away.