Tonight the very notion that steals my mental devotion, is that chance play a motion in that commotion concerning whether one receives a demotion or a promotion
To be lucky or  unlucky! It must feel a little yucky, perhaps a bit sucky, that your ability to forsee outcomes is a tad mucky
You might play your hand and find your decision be grand, or life may demand that you be reprimand, where things may not go as planned as you receive a backhand
Hell you may just strike gold, where you luck begins to unfold, where your wealth was withhold, it may just so happen you behold your gold increase eightfold!
People like to be upset due to all the others they've met who don't seem to sweat and carry no debt, people who fret thinking they deserve a corvette or a big shiny jet that they'll get when they win the grand luck roulette.
Still I think that it shows that even if life blows, when the sky fills with crows and your luck seems to have froze, luck is just a fact of life that nobody knows
With the good comes the bad, with the happy the sad, with the boring the rad, that luck is quite a fad
Just know that whether you're hung out to dry or live in Versailles, whether you hit the bulls-eye or things go awry, have everything money can buy or just barely scrape by, you just can't deny your life is at the mercy of life's invisible die

They say it's lucky
A needle in a haystack
Four leafs
Not three
Hold it captive
Force it to help you
Until it shrivels
In your pocket
Pluck it from its home
Torture till it dies
And is no more
Is that luck?

My mind is often clouded with negative thoughts
but when I turn to look at you
all the pessimistic notion were exanimated.

Out of nowhere
every sanguine reverie comes rushing in.

I guess I'm grateful that you exist
for you're the only one who can turn my cynical head
into a promising one.

There is that one summer. This is mine.
I always longed to have that experience in time.
Where you wake up in the morning,
Every day,
And get out of bed,
And always say:

"Today will be good, today will be mine,
Everything will be okay, and the sun will shine."
And the weather is grand! As you knew it would be,
But it's not just the weather,
It's you.
And it's me.

This is happiness. This is me when I'm whole.
My story's re-written, and I'm the main role.
I know how to breathe here,
How to be me.
How to be loved,
And how to be free.

Let's all go back again. Just one more time.
To where everything's golden, and everyone shines.
Where you wake up in the morning,
Every day,
And get out of bed,
And *know it's OK*.