poem I see the future in my dreams

I see the future in my dreams, I am a teller, just a prophet. It would be so, it were a gift, I know, God’s really gives to saw fit It all seems stupid small to me. Mistake is somewhere in the head. Clairvoyant dreams, I watching me I hide my diary and my dread I understand, but that the Lord, He is a master and an artist. He makes me sad it’s so realize I am the crown of loser best Whatever He’s up to, that’s it, Foregone conclusion for to me And very often in my dreams, I live like movie, are you see? How do I live with this the Gift? Who knows? I don’t believe myself Is there a script, and it’s at me? There has been no answer for me