Portentous
all too often
what I imagine
will materialize.
it is dangerous
when such a curious girl
dares to dream drastically
and mentally toys with matters
made of glass.
so often seen as perplexed
running scenarios through her head
she can only softly smile,
and say, with a chuckle,
how daft
such delusions.
only to lift her head
and watch with wide eyes
as the entire reverie
plays out
with an alarming amount
of attention to detail
am I a prophetess
visualizing
holy moments to come
or am I the author
creating the storyline
prior to actualization?
and what control does one
really have
when destiny is determined
merely by fancy
with no regard
to how irrational
and fleeting
such intangible thoughts may be?
how dangerous
to play
with fantasy.
by the time you question the impossibilities...
it has already begun.
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