Does it takes a genius to figure out
Or psychics to use their tarot cards
To direct us to the right
Of the things your mind and mine desire
Do you believe in the wind
Which your eyes never see
Or do you simply just say yes
Because you feel that balmy breeze
The grass is green when there's rain
A flower blooms when the soil is rich
A plant flourishes when it's fertilized
A patient lives when there's tender touch
How sure are we that we will win
When we're just playing in a guessing game
More likely not, for it's not in our minds
To decipher or to read other's fate or hands
Only them, us, or you and me
Who are privy to the inner we
Good luck for you might be stuck
To the wrong road, not the right way of the track... :)
