I hate to say this, my friend;
I hate to break your bubble:
But I see your dangerous hope,
I sense your deadly expectation…

There is no universe conspiring,
There’s no miracle in the making;
Your hardwork sometimes pays,
But mostly, much of it doesn’t.

You see, the way it works-
The universe has much to do,
It has crowds to take care of:
Others appeal to it like you.

You get it, it’s human too!
(I know that’s ridiculous.)
Friend, you know what I mean.
They sometimes call it Chaos.

The universe cannot conspire
To give everything everyone wants;
If it gives you yours, then
Someone else is denied theirs.

So it’s just fine, your optimism,
If you’re prepared to wait forever:
Your chance may or not come
In this life, or it may never.