ALynnL

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