Good fortunes on me,
would be a blessing if I'm fortunate.

Must be dead,
living life right off the edge.
I wonder much,
into a wondrous thought.

Guard yourself.
The god you know,
when is he one, that you'll call?

When you fall,
how you rise depends
on what...you choose as a "pick me up".  

Even as I'm here,
feeling like a stranger out of place.
This nowhere has me worried.
Navigate through time,
time isn't in anyone's control.
You may lose yourself in too much worry,
more or less lose your soul.

Unfortunately for a fortunate fool,
I'm not at my end.
Though the road isn't as clear,
it's all for a moment by this bend.

Not as afraid,
fear is now a passing mist.  
The times seem dim,
but don't blow out a  light on a dream.
Always another goal in life,
you'll shoot sometimes to miss.

But as alive as you are,
you still got some shots.
So what you got?
Even a tiny little could be a lot.

Of all the fortunes that come your way,
many of which aren't the same.
Let's then all meet in between Fortunes Gate.