The universe, controlled by robotic algorithm,
revolves around a pre-programmed institutionalized rhythm
and rhyme that overrides human intervention.
Had I clearly understood
that existentially compounded state of absolution,
I never would have clicked my cursor,
to change my preordained destiny.
Now, see the mess I’ve made.
Will the forgiving universe
ever exonerate my sad mistake?
© Connie Song 2021. All Rights Reserved.
