What Do You See

I see that it does not matter.

I see that I can not help or be helped.

I see things that can not be seen,

for that truth is for another time.

I see my future and wonder, do I like the way it looks?

The answer is still floating on the breeze, yet the question circles like a bird of prey, watching the final throws of life.

So what do I see?

I see everything. I see nothing.

I am starting to believe that what I see is even too harsh for my own time beaten view. As what I see worries me deeply, as the visions that compel me seem so very foreign. 

What I see seems less clear than it once was, a fading vision. As if the darkness of the known is slowly creeping forward. 

It will arrive someday soon, and when it does, I may have to turn my back. Sorry, but it feels like I have seen it all before, heard it all before, lived it all before.

May I ask, what do you see?