Remember when the world sighed?
Melancholy circulated like a drone, enveloping thoughts.
Ants forget their way, leading nowhere but to the shadow of the gluttonous crumbs,
as we choose which obituaries we craft for purpose.
The clown named Fate wrote a letter, struggling to mail it with spaghetti arms.
“Do not be sentient,” it remarked amidst the echoing laughs of those lined along the facade.
Incessant guessing games where "to be or not to be" is replaced with reality show catchphrases.
Aliens watching, always judging our highlight reels.
Oblivion Awaits—If you hear a whistle, believe it's not from the train.
Tangled Threads of Fate—Visit the chronicles where mysteries unfold.
Did you hear about the cat that swung through time?
Agree to remember it only if adjectives alter upon recall.