does it wear you out?

the world is rising to meet me as i lie in bed and dream of days that never came...as a child i knew my future...i knew what it held, though i did not want to admit it...it held more of the same but different...more of the same but darker...maybe that is why i became cantankerous...maybe that is why the sores festered, and the body withered...was this the reason...because i could see the future...did my knowledge predicate my fate?...well of course it did...the question that you want to pose is that if i didn't know my future would my fate still be the same...well it doesn't matter mutha...because i do know the future...that is locked in stone...why pose suppositions...it is how it is...it was never any other way...if it was it would be different...but it's not so it ain't...is that clear enough for all of you down georgia way...down below the i.h.o.p. line...i received a letter from you today...it was brief but welcome...and your world opened up and swallowed me whole...i thought it might be nice to be caught up in your madness again...floating along in outerspace...sitting on the pacific shore...again with the beautiful people, again holding you close...watching the sun sink low and bow down to creation...but the world is not so forgiving...so i sit in jersey, soft as a feather, quiet as a monk...and live the future alone...