With the ushering of every New Year
My first instinct is to scramble for the Tarot
In a bid to allay hidden fears
By gaining insights into the unseen tomorrow
Life on the cusp of major transformation
Headlines of some intuitive experts scream
Various transits at cross-purposes in constellation
Of impediments others caution and shatter dreams
Natal charts, position of Sun and Moon
True, the study of celestial bodies is a science
Few trust the interpreter of fortunes
Many a sceptic reject from their conscience
Every word of the Soothsayer I closely scan
As if it’s the gospel truth
Trying to find resonance with life, wherever I can
Naysayers disregard and find my beliefs uncouth
Aren’t these predictions mere guidance?
To chart through complex trappings that life bodes
Foretold by tapping into the cosmic influence
But the path you actually tread, determines how life unfolds
