The Psychic

A dark room, a mysterious glow
Proper attire to put on a good show
You sit down in a comfy old chair
The thick smell of incense percolates the air
A deep breath to get into the part
Exchange some money and the session will start

    You lost someone quite dear to you
    A special one you closely knew
    I can feel his or her presence
    Does the word "metal" make sense

    Your mother was in an accident
    I see fire and metal was bent
    Is that your mother in a crash
    I distinctively see a car in a flash

    It happened fast, there was a scream
    I can see it like a distant dream
    That necklace that you hold quite dear
    You use it to keep your mother near

    She gladly hands it down 
    She wants you to loose that frown
    She tells me you look good in it
    She thinks it is a perfect fit

That is how you remember the session
it all seemed real, left a big impression
But not every statement was really a hit
There were things that did not closely fit

Did you unconsciously nod with your head
Was there something you unknowingly said
Did you smile when she got something right
Showing her the way like a street lamp at night

She gives you what you want to hear
Your emotions and reactions are awfully clear
She keeps on guessing, will sometimes prevail
Though every rigid test she would fail

We all need hope, need to stop in our track
When the universe claims our loved ones back
Time takes them away, leaves nothing but grief
Nothing can stop or imprison this thief

Our memories can serve as a tether
to keep the ones we have lost forever
These charlatans prod and stab at the remains of the dead
Not literally, but at what's inside of our head

Do not give your money to a wretched deceiver
Who exploits and cons the unwary believer
Your memories are precious, keep them close to your heart
Let grief run its course and then make a fresh start