the service (You never know)

I've been getting headaches lately.
Probably to do with excessive benadryl consumption over a long period of time.
Drying out my sinuses and such.

I've been experiencing a sense of deja vu more often than normal as of late.
Often, television is central in the sensation.
Am I really repeating conversations?
Or, could it be something more fun, namely precognitive dreams.

A weird dreamy feeling, like you know what's coming.
That's how I'd describe deja vu.
But, with the amount of marijuana I consume, perhaps simple forgetfulness is more likely.

I much prefer the epiphany feeling, like a pattern suddenly emerging from seemingly random data. Staring at a puzzle until, suddenly, the pieces fit. What's more, fitted together, the seemingly insignificant puzzle pieces form a coherent whole, greater than the some of the parts.

Either feeling, though, can leave you depersonalized. If you are helplessly repeating yourself, or simply a cog in a greater machine, then how can you be free? You must be following a set of predetermined or higher-order instructions. Instructions normally hidden from you, to keep you blindly serving the great unknown forces. If you know your every action serves a greater being, then you know you are essentially a servant.

But who do you serve? Do you receive payment? Is life the payment? Can you negotiate a raise?

Anyway you look at it, you don't want to be disappointing the boss. Is this what Dylan meant by "...you're gonna have to serve somebody"? Disparaging to think of your life as payment for work you didn't know you were doing. You could be shortchanged, and you might never know.

And thus, we have reached the end of the line for this thought train. You never know.