Oh vast and mighty universe!
Why can’t you hear me when I command you?
Is it that I’m not strong or good enough for you to feel me?
Or am I not worthy of your attention to please me?
Full of joy, I hope that things will flow as I designed,
that everything will be as I dream or imagine.
But in frustration, I receive my worst desires—
the opposite of what I always wanted.
There must be some kind of mistake,
something misplaced in my tricky head.
If I’m not who I should be,
then I have to forget all my beliefs.
So there you go, fantastic universe:
there’s no more faith for you in me,
only the void for all my wishes,
a hazy mirror that once I’ve seen.