A Mediocre Poem About Fortune Cookies

I don't believe in psychics, but I believe in fortune cookies. 
It's not as if I particularly like the taste-- 
But it feels special somehow. 

Like, out of all the factory-produced plastic biscuits 
I got this one? 

It's a big world out there-- 
A bigger universe, still. 
And I am small, 
With fortune cookies being smaller than I. 
So it really is crazy:
It could've been eaten by anyone,
But it was eaten by me.

Just as I finish my Mongolian beef:

Your hard work will eventually pay off.

Thank. God.

she1kh.n.bake

TX

14 years old