Whitney Wise

I called up whitney wise, to have her read my palm
She told me to be calm
"Existence comes, existence goes, existence knows"
Sweltering in the added months, and Caesar would've been a monk if he'd been wiser than himself

I called up whitney wise, to have my fortune told
Caroused him in the cold
"Your luck will rise, your luck will fall, if move at all"
He didn't say much, but he knows the people's crutch is to be revisers of themselves

We're all whitney wises, just surmising all that we know
With nowhere to go
Temperature in view, temperament there too
There's a difference between you and yourself

It comes as a surprise, that nobody cares
But when you get aware
The world becomes, a type of game, it's not the same
No need to play, nothing to say, just aim your eyes within yourself
Not someone else
Within yourself