I have visions of people I know and people I have never met
They show me things past and things to come
They answer my questions, even when I have not asked
They ask me questions I do not want to answer
Their answers puzzle me, sometimes confuse me
Some of them are lying, others are telling the truth
But since these are my visions, I am only talking to myself
And I don’t like what I see, it scares me
I scare myself, but I fear others