Written while bored in surgery recovery.
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I made up my mind, took all the chances I could find, And I cast them out, and watched them grow, The four-leaf clovers bending over through the strain, I think I’ll make my own luck from now on, The dice are falling on the table of truths insane, Cos that’s not the type of road I’d like to have gone, Oh my luck is a dance with the lady of chance, Twisting and fighting for sheer happenstance and I know, That’s not always the way all things must go, I can just keep walking step by step down my own road. Feeling through shadows hidden hollows contain lies, And all the spun out stories that reflect our changing times, I can’t escape my lonely fate by the Furies hand, But I can rebel against with things that I’ve planned, Its all appalling the way things are dismissed, The truth of gifts that are dissolved into the mist, That’s not the way I’d like to see the cards be played, Lady luck is the puppeteer and I am out of here cos I know, There are different ways for all these events to try and go, I can just keep walking step by step down my road. Purity and obscurity seem to walk just out of place, This avalanche of falsities that slide away through space, Things are twirling on spirals that I don’t understand, I can’t even see what I am holding with my own hands, Could I avoid the sign posts directing me on my way, Bright colors try and refuse me my say in where I show, The fickle queen of luck is seen with cages in her hands, I run away from the empty shining lands, cos I just know, That’s not the way for folks like me to go, I can just keep walking step by step down my road. The way the winds are blowing makes the mile markers die, I can’t see where I’m going no matter how hard I try, I will just keep fighting this current to make my way, Don’t tell me what will become of me; I’d rather have my say, Luck is the enigma we all unconsciously seek to control, But I tell you can’t dictate your will to things unwhole, Luck is a chance to itself and all others, It roams through a land where chaos and reality are brothers, but I know, If I make my own chaos I won’t be surprised where I go, I can just keep walking step by step down my road, I can just keep walking wherever my steps have me go. |