What’s luck?

What’s luck, but the intention to harm, nothing changes in

The morning sun, menace to look on, stroke, ow,

Straight at the heart, loneliness from a bridge looks down,

All I want, and try, yet no nearer, any closer to love,

Going on, drones rise, snap, are love weaponised,

Essence I am, carries love, in a tear, over the edge,

From a bridge I die, and in love I am risen again,

Nothing ever changes, that’s why I walk on