The Universe Rethinks Its Choices

The stars chuckle lightly, your destiny on the line, scribbled hastily in cosmic coffee stains—
"Murmurs" is the new black.

Somewhere, a golden fish laughs at your plans, remixes them, adds auto-tune and a snaky sax riff,
then forgets them, for its scales keep time.

"Here lies the grand design," it mutters, "erased by a supernova sneeze, rewritten by
celestial procrastinators."

So go on, chase the misty rules of engagement, so delicately penned by fate—ironic, indeed,
that they fizzled out like a soda can’s secrets.