A psychic read my palm one day.
What she saw she didn't say.

She stared in awe, and hugged me well.
She thanked me for what my palms tell.

I'm wide awake, mind, heart, and soul.
It's time for bed, but I won't go.

I sit awake, stare at the wall.
There must be reason for this all.

I'm staring out, I question God.
Are you there, or are you not?

Just go to sleep, it's time for bed.
Now try to tell that to my head.