Quick Glance

I am a psychic savant
Who can see what most people can't
My mind thrives in the future
While bringing up the past
Without fear of the present
As nothing lasts

I perceive your fate
Seeing into your soul
You search for your mate
But believe you are too old
For a happy ending
But you are just beginning
If not in this lifetime
Or even the next
No worries
We are all a subtext
Of a spiritual flex
Where there is no hex
On being

Your fleeting existence
As seen by me
Will still outlive
What you are constantly avoiding
Like some ghost on a horse
You spur on
Deriding

Shadows of my former selves
Waiting in the wings
Will meet you on the path toward hope
For the promise that it brings

As such, m'lady
My man
See for yourselves
You eventually can
Stay with the plan
Over all your life spans
To have it all
In the end
With regard to this message
Please give it a send
That way I can stay
Bent out of shapes