When the stars refuse to align,
some might wait
wait for them to fall into place
or leave them be;
watch them drift away,
a chance lost to realms unknown

The fault lies in the cosmos,
the world will say,
and fate is a cruel mistress

But when the wind blows,
I will stand my ground
I am not a tide,
and the moon cannot move me

So I’ll ****** my hands through the clouds,
seize the cosmic strings,
and pull them into place

The cosmos has no say
and I will not let you float away.