Though I'm not sure what,
The universe is expecting of me,
To get me out of this rut,
Of just expecting that things will all turn out,
Because, even if it's not the case,
I want to feel like I had a hand in it,
And that I pitched in my share of face,
But I don't want to be presumptuous,
And jinx the goodness that I receive,
Because I can get that superstitious,
Not really knowing what to believe.
But it's alright,
Someone told me she knows the secret,
And that I can know it myself,
And I will then have all I ever wanted.
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