Ok, so I am often Unintentionally prescient in my lyrical concerns. Embarrassingly so sometimes. Maybe it is complete coincidence, or maybe it is an understanding of the continual and immutable predicament of our lives.
I would love to think that roads exist with no blockages or paths become apparent as and when we need them.
This truly becomes a quest that we can never achieve. Like the grail, perhaps.
My task is to de escalate my own disappointments.