Literature
Unpredicted.
Scattered tarot cards all across the floor,
You can't predict my future this time.
Read my palms, you'll soon see:
Destiny is what I make it to be.
Please, why read tea leaves and astronomize?
You can't tell me of a fate that cannot be altered.
You can read my horoscope,
And tell me my lucky numbers.
But you can't tell me anything worth a dime.
Bring in your prophet, bring you, your seer.
Neither will predict this future of mine.
You can bring in your scientists,
I'm sure that they won't find
A single piece of my anatomy that would
Be easy to define me.
Bring with you a philosopher,
Let him theorize.
Let him think himself cr