I need to quit the
shit of saying ”If I could be
so lucky”, ease off complaining
about the mucky state of a sucky
life and get into fighting and righting things, not
crying over the downturns that life brings. I do know
that luck is out there but it had to start somewhere;
with a small change in the air from a falling chair that
blew a paper to be snared showing words that bared
an idea to the receiver making her a believer in the
love that gave her. That chair is what I
must be instead of the one
who just waits to see. Everything starts with a random
series of events but there is an event and tracking back
the segments prevents waiting for the presents and being
content to lament. I must try to start the daisy chain of
personal gain, ingrain it in a part of my brain so that
the pain when things wane will not ruin the gain.
I can be so lucky if I get plucky, stuck
in and grinning, with the aim to start
winning. I just need stop spinning out
if life pins me down for a bout.
I know luck is out
It’s only fair I do my share in finding it.