It's a curse indeed
To be able to walk into a store
And be able to see through there security and see everything
Its a curse indescised
To be controlled under the system
To become a human robot
Controlling movement to advance
Intell
To understanding being alone in information
The only power left is pen and paper
Silence screams on each line
Trying to find a way out
The abuse of handling these gifts
To hear people's thoughts
To see through people's eyes
To know the unknown with no knowledge
A life futuristsly seen past known
A gift denied with no training
A generation to pass on
All under one eye
Bruja stay on top
Witches hat to the illuminating eye