Come to Pass

I live inside a world of daydreams,
Curled up inside it
Like a nest of blankets,
So warm and so soft.
Here I can nurse these flashes
Of what the future may hold,
And run with it
Until I have woven an entire universe
In my head
Where this destination exists,
Along with five or fifteen more.

I stand paralyzed at the crossroads,
As the world spins 360° around me.
I am all alone,
But the air still seems to crush me.
The devil brushes my hair back
To lean in my ear,
Whispering of all the things
Hidden deep inside.
The words stack like bricks,
Becoming a death pile
Of things that only
MIGHT
Come to pass.