There seems to be a slight downfall
With how I sometimes "know it all".
Even though I can still predict
All these outcomes, I must admit

That since I fail to ever act
During these events taking place,
I question why my mind is wracked;
All these issues, I cannot face.

Preemptive sense with a pretense
Is practically self-defeating.
Though you carry knowledge, immense,
You'll soon find yourself repeating

The same mistakes you made before,
And you'll make them forevermore.