reading lines on hands

i'm not one for crystal balls or tarot cards      
but i do believe in the reading of palms      
     
read 'em like a history book and a newspaper      
but you can trust them to be    
unbiased and untainted by Deception's lips      
for Deception will tell you i have done much      
but when you read my hands      
you will find the story is young;      
so few lines written      
read the palms and fingertips covered in calluses
and filled with indentations of musical instrumentation      
but lines of music seem the only lines worth reading      
     
i have other lines, but you may not get their meaning    
for they are faint lines, as if etched in pencil      
unclear ideas that haven't been delved into      
enough to write in permanent ink      
like the outer lines on edge of the palm      
developed by love and hand holding      
no definite lines worked out      
that branch from the wrist      
and criss-cross up to the thumb      
created by hard labor, the skin is soft      
and its pale, barely aged by sun      
and through this faint cover      
you can read the blue lines of Anglo-Saxon predecessors      
     
the lines may not say much      
but they say the truth      
that these hands have been writing for 21 years      
about the same character      
and she is still a stranger      
     
going back, observing the present    
some of these lines are impossible  
how can they be written      
those lines that, when i see them,      
i shut my eyes in an attempt to erase      
cause they're so disgusting and repulsive      
in denial about the beautiful lines      
i feel they misrepresent because  
i have never believed a single line to be,      
to mean all that much, much less be beautiful      
they are all just lines      
a story      
about a character i still don't understand