Farcaster

Life is like a traffic jam,
You plan ahead, but—BAM!—
You're stuck behind a bus that’s slow,
With no idea where you're gonna go.

You try to take the fast lane,
But end up in a puddle of rain.
You think you've got it figured out,
Then someone cuts you off, no doubt.

You wake up thinking, “Today’s the day!”
But the coffee’s cold, and you’re late, okay.
You try to stay positive, put on a smile,
But your phone’s dead and you’re walking a mile.

You seek the answers, deep and true,
But life’s just like a shopping queue—
Long, unpredictable, sometimes absurd,
With all those people who just cut the word!

But here’s the trick, my friend, you see:
Embrace the chaos, wild and free!
Laugh at the mess, dance through the grime—
After all, it's all just one weird ride through time!