April told me that the writing would get small
but I was too busy living life like I was six feet tall
that I ignored her completely – and now, all
of her words are just scrawled upon the wall.

April’s premonition has finally come to pass.
It didn’t even take that long, but surely it will last.
Whatever her predictions, they will come true en masse.
Shit. I’ll need a quintuple bypass.

I’ll do whatever April says; whatever she commands.
Only she can fix for me the future as it stands.
Provide her the control of all my money and my lands.
I suppose my destiny is now entirely in her hands.

I can’t see the future or much of anything.
But April says she does and will and so to her, I sing:
Please fix the future for me! I’ll give you everything!
I beg of you, please turn it so I’m back on the upswing!