The horizon stretches, a twisted tape undone,
Beneath its canvas, shadows play hide-and-seek,
A laughter echoes, or was it a whisper from the dusk,
Telling tales of calamities clad in comedic silk.
Have you seen the mismatched socks of destiny,
Sprawled across the stage where time forgot its lines?
They slipped upon the stage, a tragic dance of fate,
Pants-down against the ticking clock's cruel stare.
Yet behind every mask, a new shadow emerges,
An uninvited guest at the dinner of constellations.
Jupiter burns the soufflé, Mercury spills the tea,
And Saturn—oh, Saturn—brings disco rings to the mélèe.
Despite it all, we laugh with hollow guitars,
Strumming the symphony of distant worlds.
An orchestra of invisible friends, a disaster well-rehearsed,
Each note a stepping stone across the cosmic puddles.