The Psychic

The Psychic awaits you to tickle you with fate
Teasing most neutral about love and sometimes hate
She’ll search through her worlds and the heavens above
To deliver a finding that fits like a glove
Don’t know how she does it, be it with ball, cards or leaf
But you’ll leave her strange realm feeling a sense of relief
And there’s no harm in all this because we all like to feel
That good things await us when we are assured they are real