Fortuneteller

When will she come to me To take me to that place Where I suppose, we shall be free Like spirits in the space The fortuneteller gave reply Ambiguous and wise But no advice on what to try Should I just close my eyes Engage myself into the realm Of pure imagination And it’ll make me overwhelmed With the enforced elation There, on the boat of dreaming fools Under the stormy sky I’ll be, submissive to the rules That can’t be clarified Death, Five of Cups, and Hanged Man These were the cards I drew A penny for old Charon For taking me to you It’s hard to tell, and hard to take The simple fact of death Denies a dream I have to make No life without breath Seems possible, we need a flesh For birth, rebirth and all You name it, and I press refresh To hear my fortune’s call.