The Psychic

She asked to look at  my hand

And she could tell me then

Tell me all about my future

Tell me about the past back then

I could tell she was being serious

By the look within her eyes

On the cold streets of New Orleans

I sat amongst her side

She said, "Child you have felt pain lately?"

And I said, "No indeed"

She then asked "Did you lose someone?"

And I said "That is clearly news to me!"

See I won't believe the hype about this

Even though she sounds convincing too

Because no one really knows my past

And I feel like they can't know my future too

But as I am trying to leave

She pulls my hand and says "Child stay now!"

And I look at her with a crazed look

I can't believe what is going down

And then all the people on that New Orleans street

Quickly fade away

And the only person who remains

Is a man all dressed in grey

The old woman says, "Be easy my child

For that is the man!

The man who can ruin it all"

And then she lets go of my hand

And soon the world returns 

To everything I once knew

The people are there

The music is there

Even the psychic too

I quickly give her a 20

And then walk away

I can't believe I wasted my hard earned cash

On something not so great

And then as I am walking

I notice a taxicab driver stop

He says, "Good day my lady, where would you like to be dropped off tonight?"

And in that very moment

I feel chills all down my spine

For he is the man dressed in grey

Then I wonder if it is my time

I tell him "No Thank You"

And then I get quickly on my way

And I wonder if the psychic was right

Or was it all just fake

Hours pass throughout the day

Tick Tock goes the clock

And then I heard on the news

Passengers in a cab have been shot.......