Premonitions...

Oh, Flashes of future,

Impossibly disjoint,

If we don’t get you,

Then what is the point?

From your glimpses,

Of chances untold,

How would I know

What tomorrow will hold?

You show me life,

And impending doom,

In quick succession,

While in the same room.

I have no clue,

What’s set in store

Your confusing hints,

Leave my mind sore

Twisted feelings,

Of Deja-Vu and fears

Hard to fathom,

Across indeterminate years

All that you bring,

With unconfirmed visions,

Are nameless thoughts,

And tough decisions

I’d rather not share,

Your sudden peeks,

Of a world in which,

Uncertainty speaks

Many would cherish,

Your daily insights

Though it be wrought

In the shadows of night.

So, spare me your gift,

Of partial knowledge

I prefer the surprises,

Though I stand on the edge.