Oblique Foresight

What is my vision to be?
I gaze into my mind’s eye peering, piercing, parsing.
But I cannot see.

The way things are I loathe.
The possibilities; an enigma.
What piece of the cipher am I?

I struggle to conceptualize.
Thus I fail to actualize.

The future races towards me
The pit of my stomach tightens
I stand, wrench in hand, with but moments to act
What must I change?