Horoscope

I am a blip on the screen A replaceable cog in the machine And while reaching for stars high on hill I saw greener pastures start to wilt But I found a glimmer of hope In some rag that had my horoscope And I know it's just blowing smoke But I'll take what I can get If I'm doomed to collide on this track Or get the hook with my juggling acts Still pat my head and say "good job" Need reassurance from the universe, feigned or not But I found a glimmer of hope In some rag that had my horoscope And I know it's just blowing smoke But I'll take what I can get This message I endorse is Sent from benevolent forces Enables me but stables me Away from all the tired horses (Maybe I'll get some writing done) Let me have these seconds Where good fortune feels imminent Let me have these seconds Where good fortune feels imminent Let me have these seconds Where good fortune feels imminent Let me have these seconds Where good fortune feels imminent The moons are shifting And it's spirit lifting Something to savour From the local paper And I know its fleeting But well-worth the reading When hope's depleting It fades as soon as it appears But it says everything I want to hear Says everything I want to hear