Spent a sleepy afternoon doing something that I thought would turn out beautiful

The Tautology

What if I knew what happened next?
Will I do something different to prove myself wrong?
But why would I do that?
Didn't they say, power is best when misused?
Well, you've made that power impotent now.
And why is that? I'm still the master of my own destiny.
Not really. What you have is a fancy dressed power of day dreaming. A well sauted status-quo.
Hmmm... Back to work now..

Palindromes
Wriggling like an upturned cockroach, a hand sets you straight. You set out for that elusive freedom. Prancing around at the cusps of transition. Defining loyalties, Shifting loyalties. The whole script reeks of inevitability, but no. You know that all's well doesn't end well; but you bask in denial. They say 'you chose the wrong road'; you scoff. Not at them, but at yourself for the charade. A charade that wasn't supposed to be. But you move on, wearily. Brevity and ignorance are virtues long lost.. Life was much better upside down.