the shadows become fuzzier
the lines deeper
and all the worry of the world descends on my shoulders
if you love me
cross everything that you have
fingers, toes, ankles and knees
I need all the luck you can muster
but isn't it the same every day?
isn't luck the only difference between
a good day and a bad?
A joy and a sorrow?
so throw salt over your shoulder
bless yourself
hold the rabbits paw
and cross your fingers for me
I want it all
I want more
No comments:
Post a Comment