“I can see the future,” he spoke.
And he saw it streaming out in front,
a million million possibilities ahead,
but behind, just One Unbroken Flow.
As he looked around him,
every minute detail of the Now,
the smallest grain of sand,
had limitless potential.
One cannot truly understand
what it could mean to see the “butterfly effect”
without seeing how each and every action
of every single individual, great and small
could change any- and everything, even the course of the many.
But try as he may to see a path toward
the future he prefers,
the outcome he needs,
the Best Possible Scenario,
all he sees are undulating,
Like the ever-changing dunes in the desert,
Like the waves of an ocean,
raising a ship to a crest to see The Way,
then throwing it into the trough, blinding it,
leaving it vulnerable to danger and demise.
And always, never stopping,
time flows on.
None can change that,
not its speed,
nor its persistence.
With so many possibilities,
so many changing change-ables,
how can anyone be sure of an outcome,
precognition or no?
The answer is a many-faceted gem.
With a clear mind and a sharp eye,
a razor intellect built on knowledge and action,
One can only rely upon instinct, and luck.
The winds that push us all along on our journey,
The weather that we endure, and which we are powerless to resist.
As unending and continuous as time,
one predictable, the other undefined,
We Are All Just Instinct and Luck.
Bonus points if you can tell me the inspiration for my poem!
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