The vision of winter gushed in my skin...
The vividness of the blizzard blinded me as I have seen
My gift had left me frozen and in pain
In front of my own eyes I have seen them fall in disdain
Is this vision a blessing? Or is it a curse?
That I may know what to do when another episode occurs
I have been lamenting of this terrible visions for so long
With the sorrow I bear can't be even expressed by a song
Visions of death, misfortunes, and torture
Will these things likely occur of those I read about their future?
Delusions of luck, wealth, fame and power
As I have seen from the wheel of fortune turned lower
I would like not to see what the future hold
Since it is the most terrible story ever be told
The future has limitless possibilities
An individual can trail different paths through his or her choices and capabilities
That is why I regret foretelling of the future through a vision
Since this may hinder there life's true mission
The future is never promised they say
An acceptance expressed in the adage "Come what may"
Many would say I am insane
Others say I use it for me to gain
But the truth is I have no choice
To dance according to the sound of the voice
A voice that is thunderous and loud
That can slay all the powerful and proud
The voice is named destiny
But it is impossible to identify its entity
Since its possibilities are too many
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