Fortunes

So what part of me makes me a prophet

One who can foresee every kiss I will receive

Or when the world, my world, in flames will burst

The only lie I can predict is this life of mine

So what part of me makes me a tarot reader

One able to read between the lines of papers

Representing millions of lives on this planet

One who can only read in books what love truly is

So what part of me makes me a medium

Able to chat with spritis from the past

One who can speak the tongues of death and life

Both at the same time

Both making me live and die

Tell me what part of me truly belongs to me

When no cards or crystal balls can tell me the truth

The only truth I seek is you

And you seem to be aware of that

However, you prefer to be another shadow in this life of mine

My third eye is closed now.

DA 2015