In the cell the lines on the wall
Take a life of their own
They become life lines and heart lines on a palm
And i do palmistry
I count them, follow them with my eyes
To see where they will take me
They usually take me to simple things
Like the sky, a dream, a friend or a book.
Sometimes they are dark life lines and heart lines with dark fates
But the simple things endure
I follow their patterns,
close my eyes
And make a wish for freedom.