Questionable Series of Events

Afraid of a future that’s not even here;
Unclear, I hear the dull roar
I implore it to wait for a minute,
Slow down…
I fear I’m not ready for it yet.
Where everything’s scattered and shattered,
Fragments collide like epiphanies
Through space and time.
You can reach but can’t touch,
Seek but can’t rush
Matters of time that crush
The very system you thought you knew.
It is not yours to control.
It is not yours to console.
It is yours to give in to.
Moving forward I’m bordered
By orders in foreign tongues near.
Unafraid I await the forms of my fate
Through the fragments a figure appears.

- LKS 4/9/12