Ob(Servant)

Waking each dawn if it was the first Sleep eroding all trace of a past With only vivid dreams intact I foresee all that will become A prophet unaware... A reluctant oracle I remain naive and innocent Tainted only by the knowledge of a sinister future. Memories: For me they are Non-Existent The concept is alien Carrying clouded prophecies for the future I see time moving in the opposite direction Visions becoming clearer as they move toward fruition Each second sees another vision fulfilled A mind overwhelmed All knowledge I possess dissolves as time passes A mind purged The future cannot be changed With mine or your actions, Every act has already occurred The future is complete, all outcomes final You cannot choose. Unchangeable. Unbiased. Exact. So without a past, How can I be defined? I do not possess a 'life', I only exist My mind a window I wish I could shatter Not free to choose a path to travel As I already see its end. With a perpetual view into the void that will become I am the Observer to the Future, Watching the crumbling timeline unfold in reverse.