The Gift of Sight

While most would think it heavenly
To see into others minds
I think it would be devilry
To have that gift of sight

To know their inner secrets
All their hopes and fears
The things they most regret
Throughout all their years

All that they cannot admit
Not even to themselves
Yet they find they must submit
To those who wish to delve

That I should know another’s thoughts
Better than they could know their own
To see the things that they forgot
Is an act I can’t condone