The fortune teller in the window is calling my name. I went once before but the accuracy was so great that I have never returned. No one ever told me what a burden it would be to know your fate. It makes you question every move you make. You don’t know what is worse; to live out your prophecy or to corrupt your future as it was ordained. I want both and I want neither which is why I only look when I pass the fortune teller calling my name.
Drifting in and out of time. Never regret only minor curiosity at times becoming obsession. Just one more chance without responsibility. Merely asking to borrow a moment of youth. It always seems greater than what it was. Why can’t I look at the future and feel the pride of what will be?
Perhaps I shall.
Never what could have been.
What will you do now to Prevent
History from Repeating itself?