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