I went to a man who read my hands.
He said I'm trying quite hard to understand
do you write with your left hand do you write with your right hand?
I said I write with both hands man
'cause they forced me to change at school man
but I had other plans.
I had other plans.
He says “So, you're ambidextrous,
don't expect me to be impressed 'cause
I don't care which hand you write with
or which way you dress”
Which makes me wonder why he asked.
So I stretch out my arms, trying to keep calm,
and for a while the lines in his forehead
are like the lines in my palms.
“You've got a problem with the future.
You think understanding it doesn't matter.
You're unfaithful in your thinking.
You're ambitious, too ambitious, it gets you down.
You're judgemental, critical,
you hate the superficial
but use appearances
to judge other people.
You're lazy, determined,
Just depends what mood you're in."
“So you want to get away from the humdrum.
Fine, find your own sweet oblivion.
Take the motorway round the urban sprawl
before it kills us all.
But as the music plays it seems so beautiful…”
“Your soul is like pieces of broken glass in a hollow tree.”
…and I'm thinking it's none too flattering
he's staring at the hands he's holding.
My wrists are aching.
“You'll never let down a friend
unless he lets you down first
But you're so bad at revenge
you always come off worse”
And now the room seems darker,
but outside the sun is shining.
I can see a smile is forming on his lips,
and after an age he turns to me and says
“One day you'll soon find yourself at a party,
there will be a girl there.
Her face will seem familiar.
It will remind you of someone you haven't met yet.
The next night you will find yourself at a party.
There will be a girl there who will remind you
of the girl you saw, at the party, the night before.
You'll find her easy to talk to.
She'll seem to like you
because she reminds of the girl you saw
the night before.”
© Tobias Zaldua