The man on the cliff they say
Looks upon the future
For his sight reaches everything

Like the sun’s rays.
A soul born outside of nature
Could only explain such a being.

His eyes are deep and keep at bay
Future events that he captures.
The ignorant come to him and offer rings  

for answers, but they must remain away
For he dislikes any company or nurture.
A long time ago as I am recalling,

I disobeyed came close and asked to play
He did not turn and instead said “fortune”
I did not understand what I was hearing

So he turned and with eyes that were tearing
yelled with saddened anger “torture”
With fear, I ran away for I was a child that day

But I now understand his words of lecture
he was answering what you’re currently desiring
And responded to how is it like to see his way.