The Fortune Teller

She beckoned me to enter her world of mystery Incense, smoke and mirrors, and untold witchery I started walking by her, but something pulled me in And so I dropped my money in her ancient box of tin She led me through a corridor, into a darkened room I followed close behind her trail of sweet, but strange perfume We sat down at a table and she cast her cards aside Uncovering a crystal ball with dancing flames inside Her eyes began to darken as she stared into the ball She fell into a trance, and then the Gypsy told it all She talked about my sorrows, my failures and my wins She knew about my deepest fears and all about my sins From childhood to the future, she spoke about my life. The little girl, the soldier, the lover and the wife She knew about my lovers, and all about my past And strung them all together like a movie’s greatest cast Then suddenly, the Gypsy woke, the fire left her eyes As if awaking from a dream in genuine surprise Seemingly unfazed by all the confidences told Dreams filled with the secrets which the crystal ball did hold She walked me back out to the door, and we said our goodbyes Aware of how her visions would forever keep us tied Now every time I want to know what will and will not be I’ll ask the Fortune Teller, for her crystal ball can see