Sight

I have a curse if you will A gift of sight in thought This is how it has to be I see things faster than I ought The motion of things that come to be I see them swirl and culminate But when I know disaster near It is all but still too late For my gift does not afford A voice in which to speak So forever I rescind  Into a life that's bleak Even still I know the future of this life I lead Anticipate the vicious cycle, with my soul I plead