Is luck innate?
What brings us together,
fortune or a twist of fate?
Something so mystical,
maybe imaginary,
that we create.
I try to fight the feeling,
the intuition,
that I hate.
I try to hinder
the chances
but it's too late.
Door number one
or door number two?
Will my choice affect you?
Door number three
or door number four?
Should I go on anymore?
The domino effect has begun.
The path that's chosen
cannot be undone.
I lose so much
just when I think
I have won.
But you pull me back
just when
I'm about to run.
The weight
on my shoulder
weighs like a ton.
I admit I am scared.
Whatever happened
was unprepared.
I only hope
whatever is broken
can be repaired.
Which ever card
you flip over,
I still care.
I cannot help
but still
be there.
Roll the dice.
Will luck be
here tomorrow?
Or will there
be nothing
but sorrow?



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