I went to a fortune teller,

there to get good truth.

I was scared about the future ahead of me,

about my disappearing youth.

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I sat across from the lady

who looked me in the eye

and asked me why I was in here,

so I didn’t tell a lie.

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I told her I was scared

of what the future laid beyond,

if I would make it to eighteen

or just be simply gone.

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She said she does not promise good fortune,

and I swallowed, thinking I was dead.

She said she cannot read the future,

but she can see what’s in my head.

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She said people come in here

who don’t know what to do next,

when they need a push or a lie

to get them to the next step.

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So she said, I’ll tell you this,

you’ll grow old in a rocking chair

with people you love surrounding you,

people who truly care.

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That I will find love

like I’ve never seen before,

and he’ll build me a library

from the ceiling to the floor.

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That we’ll get married

in my favorite little church,

and I’ll have a pretty white dress,

walking down the aisle in a beautiful verse.

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She said she’ll tell me the future

that she does not really know,

but she said it will never happen

if I decide to go.

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I cannot tell you the future,

but dear, I will tell you this:

Please don’t take your own life,

because then you’ll be life’s definition of “What If?”

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