Is your luck up?
Or is your luck down?
It keeps spinning around,
till you find out,
where your head goes.
All these things I see,
they don’t match the scenery.
All the pieces don’t fit,
but I think it belongs that way.
I have put together,
puzzles and riddles.
I know what does,
and doesn’t belong.
But when I hear about,
the scenery.
I know the pieces don’t fit.
They never will.
But I was there,
when they originally,
came together.
The scenery changed,
the fate and the luck.
Now the luck just goes down.
