I looked down, staring quite wistfully,
At the lines on my palms uncomprehendingly
I had heard as a child, it was probably just folklore
That the lines on your palm represented, for sure
Your future, the length of your life and success
Were secrets embedded in these creases- I confess
I was a skeptic from the start, though I found attractive
The idea of having my future predicted, to see how long I would live
To be told I was lucky, that successful I would be
I took the advice with a grain of salt, yet unwittingly
I ended up believing in those predictions, as hope they inspired
That my life would turn out to be the way I desired..
The lines have not changed, but I struggle today
To keep my dreams afloat, to keep going the way
I had imagined when I was young and naive..
(I was still realistic, my dreams were goals I could achieve)
I find hope evading me, some reassurance I need
That I would find my way back indeed
And be able to make my life worthwhile
I look at my hands again, with a smile
And trick myself into believing somehow
Since the lines are the same, they would allow
My life’s course to be analogous to their prediction
I allow myself to relax, with some conviction
That this is a temporary hiatus, and I
Shall bounce back to claim my place under the sky..
To end, I have only this to say to you
When in despair, it is quite true
That most of us need faith in some way
Thus numerology, palmistry exist to this day!