The lines of your palm
Are laced with napalm
You will keep
searching for calm
Yet your hands will
keep you warm
From a world full of
harm.
Your path you walk is
only yours
Your umbrella cannot
protect you
From the puddles
underneath
You will weather the
wet &
Become a bonafide vet.
You will survive,
You are destiny’s
child
The roads you walk
will
Always be the ones not
taken
Not out of sheer
rebelery
But an innate sense of
revelry
So child!
Don’t rely on fate,
Your destiny is in your hands.
is what I would want my palm reader to say xD
