Camus runs faster than me

It was all just a cosmic accident

Yet, here we are
How wonderful

We are the wreckage
A splatter of paint

In a place where there should be
Nothing

It should
But accidents happen

So now it’s Friday
That would need to
also be an accident

So what!
We have stuff to do

We made Fridays
The universe doesn’t care

We could skip Mondays
They were our only true mistake

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