of crystal balls and cockle shells

what would i give to be able to scry the future
to peek at what life has in store for me
adventure? the mundane?
yet a part of me(that lazy chilled part)
says that what ever will be... will be
que sera sera

yet another part(the passionate hot part)
asks if i were to allow life to lull me into contentment
to live on a farm, doing my duties day in and day out
at the bidding of the lords, the movers, the shakers.

or would i BE the mover, would i BE the shaker?
maybe not. probably not what i want either.
i want... to live.

ive said this quite a few times... haha...