deep

There's this lecture, I don't remember if it was Terence McKenna or Alan Watts, but it was one of the two, that I've always remembered through the years because it has proven to be true in various cases for me.
They go something along the lines of "the artist is the most useless in society, they have one thing and just one thing going for them, and that is: they can predict the future".
Most of this was me vomiting resentment- granted as it was, more than a second, I was two years... and then some. I'm conscious of it not being grounded in reality, and me being an utter b¡tch.
Then again, I listen and I believe Euterpe has done it again (with the foresight, I mean), it was just being applied to the wrong subject. My past self had a glimpse of knowledge regarding something I would learn years after.
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I could see my future in your eyes
You could see nothing but a smile
You were just a breathing piece of art
Only from a distance could you be admired
You were butterflies eating my guts
You are time I'm never getting back
You were question marks but no reply
And I was just another passerby
I was just a second in your life
For a second I thought you were the rest of mine
You were busy making small talk the conversations of your life
Well, that got you far
Tell me what does it feel like
To let your river run that fast
That's why you could never see
Why my waters run so deep
(these are so cringe, sorry!)
To set your soul alight
Something you'll never be able to see with your own eyes
Or feel it in your bones
For you just let your blood run cold
2019 was my year of cringe lyricism. I really am sorry 😐 but it is what it is 🤷🏻‍♀️.
(I'd like to say I moved past it, but there's one that isn't that old and it's just on another level of devotion, towards a man who didn't deserve even a quarter of it).