The first time I dreamed of my future, I forgot it before I awoke.
Then as the dream became reality I new precognition was no joke.
My fear is that destiny leaves no room to escape.
As the memory returns, tomorrow takes it shape.
In shades of shadows I convinced myself I had no free will .
What is the point of developing a skill. If my life was preordained,
there was much time to kill.
I find relief in the thought that my karma is chosen.
My brain is not controlled and my heart is not frozen,
by the chilling winds of a changing colder season ,
that can be dealt with by surrendering when there's reason
Most of us dream of the future, however
I believe that it is pretty much predicted.
Not to mention, we keep on dwelling on the past. When a dream seem to come true, we tend to be completely surprised. That is what I have gathered so far from your write.