Anew

Can I deal astranged?
I deal with me now.
Am I to think the shadow's
Affected by my actions?
The cast being long and wide
Suggests it is sunny where I am,
But dark clouds of potential loom.

Uncertainty is in charge,
Threatening to shape and change.
It exudes in the shape of shapes around me.
Even the familiar guarantees nothing.
1. Who gives things their texture.
Texture shrouds.
2. What's to say what's behind things?
Apart from more intent.

Clutching at straws is saying "tomorrow's anew".
Decided action and a big fucking broom
Will turn the egg shells into fine paste,
To serve my sister a slide off the property.
Tomorrow's destiny is decided today.

PS:
A roommate discussed my lines of scrawl,
And suggested writing a line saying
This isn't cream. So there!
In case I thought later,
"This is *shit*!"
But we're all the same.
He then told me about arseholes...