Chapters Striken Anew

 Broken World
-Patchog

As the world turns,
All things change,
As the world turns,
All that is known becomes unknown,

From what was once knowledge,
Only chaos remains,
Where asuredness reigned,
Precarious knife-edge foot steps prevail.

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Finding out about ones' future from past dreams, witnessing them through deja'vu in the present can never really prepare you for what the life you live will be like in those moments. Nor do they tell you what brought about those fractions of a second photo that is sent back in time. Are they yours, or are they splinters of alternate realities? Should they be taken up in open arms and paraded around as proof of a glorious righteous path, or hoarded away in a dark cave away from whatever bad luck or evil forces may want with your life?

Regardless, it all seems to have fallen away and becoming a fading memory of a dream. Is this a good thing, or bad thing? Was the ability short lived, or has something occurred someplace to make it stop? Is the gaining of knowledge to blame? More likely the lessening of an open mind to the supernatural and ceasing a lifelong regiment of church going, ergo a lack of religious injections on the regular.
With there no longer being any way of knowing the way forward, every choice seems both more and less crucial. Every option, a path. While all seems bleak, bland, dull, mute, monochrome, it is also colored with finality, abruptness, and wide spanding ... chroma color of life.

So now sailing onward with a sail still young but a bough quite weathered, the next island in life rises before me. On this island rushing towards me awaits a future chalk full of life-long commitment, poor and life altering decisions, as well as a swaddling offspring. With the possible need to dedicate my soul to the organization holding all the triggers in order to afford any life at all, the decision remains if the time has come when there is no more time to decide before it remains as the last and final chance of anything outside a collections agencies eye of burning magnifying glass.