The universe conspires against each plan that I create,
the obstacles across my path not easy to negate,
I stare into the void as this black cloud grows overhead,
just wishing that another ray of sunshine came instead.
The universe conspires against each plan that I create,
the obstacles across my path not easy to negate,
I stare into the void as this black cloud grows overhead,
just wishing that another ray of sunshine came instead.