Water Pooling in their Panes

futures are often muddled

crystal balls can be unclear

a shaman sells you secrets

so long as you wish to hear

I remember when uncertainty

was another word for fate

now every passing moment 

feels another one too late

the nights are getting darker

another year draws to a close

we all carry with us heartbreak

but we barely speak of those

conversations simpler

spent on movies or the rain

broken windows more attractive

than water pooling in their panes