Karma, reloaded

I can't fight the Universe, it's karma.

I can't find my purse. Isn't it harsh?

Life isn't fair neither for me nor you.

Life isn't fair. That's a freeing truth.

I just want to grab my bed and sleep,

to hop into pajamas and listen to St. Vincent sing

about a black rainbow above her house,

writing my gratitude list: in my room, no mouse.

The future is unpredictable even for me

who is a badass witch cursing his dreams.

The Universe is karma: a power on its own.

If you want you can call it the unfair God.

I learn that these things are out of my control

but I know nevertheless I'm still the starring role

choosing how to act and react - even to the shit thrown at me.

A good person is what I want to remain and be.