knowing;a blessing or a curse

I had a third eye,one not seen by all
The blessing of dreaming tomorrow
Do not call me names yet
I never enjoy it myself
For the pain I must bear is unendurable
I saw my destiny when I was a year old
And I have been haunted by it ever since
For what am to become
For what we all are to become
Is nothing compared to what we wished for.

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