Prophet

Inspired by an imaginative walk I took as a twelve year old.

Prophet, prophet, how does it feel

To have your future written out?

It’s as good as any man’s

And now I have a single doubt

Should I try to change my fate -

Will it work and will it fit?

Stop my course before it’s too late?

Or change the path a little bit?

 

I saw my path all green and lush

I saw the paths beside it

I saw how mine did peter out

While others led to places to sit

I had to turn back and walk again

The path I’d walked towards an empty goal

As I walked, I wondered then

If all this was learning for my soul

 

I came at last to a place

I had forgotten long ago

Where I had two paths both abandoned

For the one I’d just walked alone

I came and saw that I’d mis-tread

But now both paths no longer fit

I walked back between the two of them

And found myself a place to sit

 

I lay down in this grassy glade

And looked up at the starry sky

I saw the branches of a great tree

And then I knew that I must die

I went within to Death’s great hall

And saw all those who’d come before

I knew that I had learned a lot

And knew that I’d be back for more.