We the people,
verily, are so
inclined..
to scry upon
life’s many omens,
seeking for a sign..
to point us toward
steps which
best align..
with our ideal
future present
timeline.

Alas, no such
divining providence,
however, can be found.
Our paths are always
made of ghostly steps
into the future,
scattered
on the ground.
Which trail
of them
may lead
to our ideal
future state?

The One that
your ideal
future self
once chose
to take..
today.