I don’t get my wisdom from the stars online;
No zodiac post or cosmic chart tells me your fate.
I know enough to guess the storms and sunshine,
But predicting your whole life? Nah, that’s kinda fake.


I can’t tell who’ll blow up, who’ll fall apart,
Or what tomorrow’s algorithm will create;
I can’t see who’s lucky, cursed, or playing smart—
The universe doesn’t come with an update.

But when I look at you, I see the real signs;
Your eyes tell stories that no horoscope can.
Your choices, your kindness, your heart’s designs,
Show the world exactly who you truly am.


So keep that goodness alive, don’t let it fade,
Or truth and beauty disappear when you’re out of frame.


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