At times, I have to pay the price
Of waiting for a sign –
A thunderclap, a bell struck twice
Or three ducks in a line.

The idea’s for the universe
To show me that it cares –
As if there could be nothing worse
Than one of its blank stares.

The universe, though, doesn’t mind
If I’m all right or not;
Instead, it’s more intrigued to find
A twist for every plot.

That being said, that’s why I’m me;
There’s no one else that I could be.

Photo by Nick Fewings on Unsplash

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