I am not lucky I am free.
I am not lucky I am able to enjoy some of the finer things in life.
Sure as hell ain’t lucky that I have all my limbs.
I am not unlucky that I have pneumonia.
I am not lucky I am able to eat three meals a day –
even more when I want to.
I am not lucky I can read,
And afford an education –
education is free.
I am not lucky I can write,
converse with you freely
In the language that we speak.
I am not lucky I have a job and can buy things I want
Well… some of the things that I want.
Don’t call me unlucky I do not live in a place where there’s snow
And autumn… and leaves … fall during the season.
I am not unlucky I do not see the sunset as often as I would love to.
I am not unlucky that my family had to change houses seven times now.
I am not unlucky.
I am not lucky.
Despite what Little Finger might think.
And yes, we might not get to choose who our parents are,
Our neighbours, the surroundings,
Our life … how we would define it.
Is not by chance, nor superstition.
I don’t believe in luck,
It’s all a matter of perspective I guess.
We are all fortunate beings.
Despite and in spite of unfortunate times.