The plan is to use my energy

To manifest freely

… seeing myself in the moment

As if it were reality

Then naturally…

Synchronicity

Will make the synapses connections necessary

For these visions to come to be

Like a precognitive gift

Bestowed upon me

I see the future

When I see ..me

There, in the not-so-distant future

Living my dreams

The spirit of the goddess lives within you

To guide you through this Earthly fog

Earnestly praying…

Do not give what is Holy to dogs

For they will permeate and infiltrate the deepest recesses of your soul

If you do not set astral boundaries and exercise control

Do not give your pearls to swine

They have no respect for the divine

It is their nature to bottom feed

Quantity over quality

Gluttony and greed

Are all the swine can conceive

Things change

… people too

You are not the same as I remember you

Our interactions had a different tone

Now I see a you, I have never known

Adjustment taking a while to sink in

Getting an uncomfortable feeling within

Telling me there is no value here

Though I eagerly long to be near

To that person I recall

When I look at you

Do not see him at all

Seems that things change

… people too

… and the dynamic is skewed beyond use

Being beautifully misguided like a wild river over a waterfall

No qualms for the pieces in the future to mend

No realization

I am a means to an end

To upend the real concerns

A strawman fallacy if you will

An entertaining tangent

To draw attention to other ills,

That are inconsequential

That amount to nil

Bright-eyed and lackadaisically distracted

With a heart of gold

I seem to fold every time with you

I am hardly conscious

So it seems fine…

To be strung up by the puppeteer

While hardly being aware

Is the least of my fears

No concern for the plan you devised

Creating the illusion that I might be alive

To slave away for your prize