Don’t sell yourself to palm readers,
they can’t even translate their own palm lines
Don’t rely on the fortune tellers,
They don’t even know the result of tomorrow’s lottery draw
And they don’t look fortunate enough.
Don’t trap your soul to crystal balls
Or sell yourself to tea leaves
Ouija board is a meaningless game
And tarot card is a random play
Pity the rabbit foot
Or the four-leaf clover,
They don’t even know
That others used them as guides
We were given with a heart and brain,
which are more powerful
than the dead owls or frogs
Or the zodiac signs.
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