Having luck where I can achieve anything... Is like a young kid opening a bottle of their favorite bottled soda the day it first came out! Awaiting it's arrival like the coating of a nice breeze dancing throughout the company of skin coated with sweat. As the hairs with little droplets of already coated sweat came (as if a light drizzle fell over the field of endless rows of arm hair) not so long ago. Standing perfectly ***** as the sun blazes downward like a coating of sticky smog! Making the tips of the already (***** endless rows of arm hair) shine brightly with droplets bending light between it's different surfaces. Almost as if when looking through the pure liquid droplets, you see the inside of a crystal instead. A crystal fine layer with the inside of many warped and distorted angles. All the very uncomfortable effects may seem mildly dreary...at first. Except for the awaiting call of the miracle that is the sizzling bubbles popping within a still closed bottle cap of your favorite bottled soda! And that's where ALL the effects that may seem mildly dreary...at first, is usually because of the miracle that is on an "occasional" slight delay!
Sincerely... The "luck" is in the young kids favorite bottled soda!

Burst open a can of soda,
And sometimes what you'll get, is
An eruption onto your face
And a new mess to deal with.

Burst open a can of soda,
And sometimes what you'll get, is
A warm, addicting embrace,
And everything you'd imagined.

Sometimes I wonder
if the dollar that paid for my soda
was ever in a strippers underwear.
And then...I wonder
if the cashier is ever thinking the same thing.

The sun,
Oh how she shines her love on us.
She radiates her warm tenderness on you and me.
I will love you for as long as the sun shall allow.

The water,
Oh how she splashes her kindness on us.
She splatters her compassion on you and me.
I will care for you for as long as the water shall allow.

The wind,
Oh how she blows her peace on us.
She puffs her tranquility on you and me.
I will be gentle to you for as long as the wind shall allow.

The sun's love may become hidden by the clouds,
But she still exists behind them.

The water's kindness may get evaporated into the sky,
But she still exists in the rain.

The wind's peace may come to a stand still,
But she still comes back.