I can use my hands to construct and align
My future with my dreams, bright and benign,
But, being human, I am very often blind
To reason and become slothful in my mind
Which leaves me lazy and dull and resigned
To a future which I say my fate has designed
And it’s written on my palm, that’s randomly lined.
I also listen to the astrologer opine
And read and reflect on my particular star sign.
And after spending my time thus I finally find-
That instead of advancing, I’ve remained behind!