predictions gone astray
scrying for an impossible future
lies falling from the holy oracle’s lips
a mockery of religion
such is the present compared with its prediction
the past against my memories:
things idealized to fit my premeditated ideas
and distorted as time passed.
and after all my elaborate plans,
things envisioned and planned down to the very second
in the end, nothing went as it should have
leaving me disillusioned and disappointed
I found that the future was not mine to hold and shape
and then I realized
that this path, no matter how different
from how I think it should be, is my own
and so maybe even if it’s not dreams come true
even if things don’t turn out perfectly
they will still be prophecies fulfilled and my precious memories
after all, anything perfect is a lie