luck

wolf criers die alone- lonely and cold

i thought we were definitions without words?

i wanna see your face as you see my face

for the first time

in your life

everything feels alright, all is fine

not a nickel or a dime to rub together

and the weather is freezing but

it doesn’t matter because

you are happy

you are free

you may not be lucky

but what good is luck

when you have

everything

you could ever want or need?

trying to make sense of this

feeling euphoric

while it panics

in

the closet

trapped and already dead

yet that skeleton

is more alive

than ever

as you try to be clever and hide

the secrets bubbling up inside

threatening to collide

with your made up,

make-believe reality

and maybe the odds are daunting

but somebody wins the lottery

so why can’t it be you and me?