Prescience

Struck down from inside
Nailed to the ground
Drowned by my senses
Discharging in my mind

I behold in a trice
Near future instants
Fragments of life, brief, uncertain
Can the hazard be planned?

And what’s the matter?
It’s what the use of this?
If I can’t grab anything
I bear and forbear
Attracted by that machinery
I hear echoes of its wheels

Yet, another episode already lived
Can’t find when, it’s ceaseless and
What if they all came from me?
My whole life is duped
Friends, foes, family
World’s faces revealed by my creativity
That loop turns back again
And again

Prescience are you illusion?
Will you steal my own reason?
Feeling of choice and directing destiny
My life flashes as though time didn’t rule anymore

More and more concrete foresights
However still meaningless
Open the eyes! We are all hollow pawns!
Freewill is deceit! We’re foredoomed!
Relentless reality
What are we supposed to do?
So what am I supposed to do now?

Here’s what’s the matter
I’ve got no use for this
Since I can’t grab anything
I bear and forbear
Trapped in that machinery
I suffer echoes of its wheels

Whatever the paths I'll take will be
Only one really exists
The one that will choose me