a prophetic moment

i have this feeling
there is something i am supposed to do
an unnerving sentiment
like a déjà vu
and – damn it! - i don't know what it means
this vague intuition that gnaws at my insides
seemingly set to a slow boil
such a burdensome frustration
working its way out
if only as the symptom of something
indistinct yet enduring

so i struggle to overcome
the inertia of friends and foes
to surmount the slow drift
and address a deeper dangerous shift

see, i gotta change the trajectory
[easier said than done]
a flight into new migratory patterns
more sustaining in the long run
because that something that i have to do
is beckoning me in another direction

a summoning conveyed indirectly
like the faint whisper of a song
stringing me along
but i can’t shake this disturbing melodic beat
that somehow is significantly more tangible
than the fertile earth under my feet