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.
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