Crystal Balls

I can't peer so good into crystal balls,
There's too many shifting images.

All I catch is a flash of leaf green,
your laughter fills the air.

Warm winds bring out the dirt between my toes,
Someone clasps their hands around my neck.

I lay back on the couch, clouds descend,
I think you're in this vision too.

What's the point of standing up again,
We should just float away.

The path they've chosen leads straight to hell,
I'd far rather wander the wilds.

So how can I be sure these things will come?
After all, at the end of the day.

I can't peer so good into crystal balls,
There's too many shifting images.