When the world
Speeds up
Drowning your
Thoughts,
When the people
Pace up
Turning against
You,
When the sun
Starts up
Appearing less
Dim,
It’s Bad Luck.

When the rain
Depletes all
Your harvest of
Hopes,
When your ears
End up
Hearing nothing but
Worst,
When the calendar
Runs off
With its realistic
Dates,
It’s Bad Luck.

When your tears
Trickles down
With lines of
Blood,
When your wishes
No longer
Owe fate to
You,
When the Santa
Advents down
Without any
Gifts,
It’s Bad Luck.

Bad luck! Bad luck! Bad luck!
It’s good to
Have it.
It’s good to rejoice
Its hardness.
It’s good to visualize
Its effects.
As every dawn follows
Any dusk,
As every roses follows
Any thorn,
Every Good follows
Any Bad.