I was never one for four-leaf clovers
Or money thrown into fountains
Or praying to gods you cannot see
To do what I could not.
The very existence
Of everything
Is beyond any one's control;
The fact that we are even breathing
Is the biggest wonder of it all.
Say, I decide to marry you,
And our constellations don't align,
Would you let this meaning dissipate?
Or create your own path?
If you happen to be the unfortunate soul
Under a fallen roof for days,
Would you not persevere -
If for nothing but to survive?
So where in this overcomplicated
Yet simplifiable world
That we do exist in,
Do we stop the blame,
Retain the sane,
And come out emerging
Alive,
Even happy perhaps?
Art by Sasha Haritonova
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