The whole universe seems dead bent on shoving good luck right under your nose, if only you were to grab it:
The rare lucky clove;
An eyelash, maybe two;
At night you look up the sky
And there it is –
The lonely wishing star;
It seems to say “make the wish, stupid girl!” And you know you won’t make the wish; because you saw the ominous cloud that was inches away from hiding the wishing star.
Of all the signs the universe not-so-subtly shoved under your nose, you decided to read the cloud.
It was less romantic –
Hence more trustworthy.
Who cares for drama like Happily ever afters?
Life is a blockbuster thriller movie, thank you very much.