The Riveting Saga of My Mundane Existence
Ode to my ordinary existence
Like everyone else, I’m just another human hitching a ride on this oddball planet called Earth—drifting on careless fate.
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I'm just another earthling
Trying to make sense of this big ole’ weird spin-cycle called life
Honestly, I’m just winging it most days
Letting careless fate drag me wherever it wants
Like driftwood in the ocean
What is it they always say? "plans are written in pencil"
Why? Because fate’s red pen is always lurking nearby
Ready to scribble over my best laid plans
I’ve made peace with the fluidity of my existence
I’ve learned to just go with the flow
Bobbing merrily down the river of happenstance
Where I’ll end up, who knows?
For now though, I’m content with the mystery of it all
On this journey called life, uncertainty is my copilot
After all, not knowing is half the fun
In any case, as long as Neapolitan ice cream still exists, I’m good
About the Creator
William Saint Val
I write about anything that interests me, and I hope whatever I write will be of interest to you too.
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