A Clear Pathway


In your right palm,
is a map

In your left palm
is a map

These maps are unpaved roads,

your destiny

They are lines of demarcations,

fences of limitations

They tell you of the past/future

Look into the palms of your hands

One is a life line

It tells you how long/how short

It was there from day one

Look into the palms of your hands

Whose face do you see?

Is your life insignifican?

Look into the palms of your hands.

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