Luck Redefined

Luck is so fickle,

As the water is in a flowing stream,

Luck is too fickle,

As the mind of a young maid.

       It is not neutral among people,

       It is not faithful to one,

       It is faithful to none.

It is neither snowy white,

Nor is it pitch black,

But grey in all its hue.

     Yet there are those who swear by it,

     And who wear around their neck,

     Like a lucky pendant,

     Or an unlucky noose

But to whom is it faithful?

Neither to you nor me,

Or anybody.

       But here I am trying me best,

       To redefine her,

       Like a promiscuous young maid,

       With a mind so fickle,

       And faithful to none,

       And taking each by the nose,

       Wherever she goes.