Someone turn it all around.
And that arrow with slings.
The bed harvester that reaps
from
the next few steps you can control.
This is ours to have.
Until it solidifies.
Or soldieries.
The universe we live in,
has no monetary value
that is true.
I become.
What cannot be redeemed.
I was.
I have my doubts as do all,
what happens next, or
what will happen,
always a flux.
But it already happened.
As futures yet to be.
Like light traveling
all too slow.
They already are.
They already have.
What is written in stone
still might not be.
No you cannot change fate.
And even if you step on a butterfly
will it really change what cannot
be changed?
it\'s all-seeing entity.
I will not hold myself to this fate tree.