In the palm of my hand
Many lines run side by side
The lifeline, intertwined
At the start with that of the head
It seems I have a long life
Getting a lot of support from those I love
The line for my head holding steady
That of my heart curving upwards
Shows I am emotional yet practical
The line of fate somewhat dim, obscured
Perhaps my fate lies in my own hands
Do I believe in all this?
Not that much but just a bit
Without a touch of mysticism
How cut and dry our life would be!