Someone needs to find me a new Oracle.
I need different messages for my life.
This cannot be it- this is not my miracle.
This is like being allergic to bees but hitting a bee hive.

This cannot be life.
Yet it is and I’m living it.
Soaking in all the negative, repelling the positive.
I don’t like it one bit.

I need a new Oracle.

Bring me my happy ending.
I need my fairy tale.
Where is my fairy God Mother who should be descending?
I can’t find her anywhere.

Bring me a new Oracle.

Something must be wrong with my understanding.
I don’t understand any of this.
Maybe my belief is offputting.
Where is my genuine bliss?

I must be bad lucky.
Or Oracles don’t exist?
Something I might need to study.