I was unaware
that the pull of galaxies
could affect me,
possessing an arrogance
that made puppet masters laugh
but the truth can be impossible
my lack of purpose, deafening
I thought I was headed
towards a perfect dream
where the ending
looked exactly as planned
a happy fantasy, until
the planets moved from east to west
and it all fell apart
Mercury slid backwards
pulling the illusion
from the skin of my consciousness
and reality flickered
just at the periphery
prompting a deep foreboding
of myself, trapped beneath
a shadow far too large to see