Luck Poem by Morituri te Salutant

I've learned to not take heed of much, soul and feet aside,
'Cause the way I see it, when I'm on the move, my luck is on the rise.
Not that luck is too substantial, with the world in the state it's in,
So I've come to accept for every success, there's three to be taken on chin.
I like to think that in a lifetime henceforth come and gone
Instead of downing moonshine and slinging guns I traveled by the song.
With that in mind, I wander on, thankful for these two feet
And the part of my soul that fills me with song that this life was able to reap.

I kick up sand with worn leather feet and when I'm alone, I howl at the moon.
In the public eye, a drunk; To the spirits, a bard; To myself, a dark afternoon.
This life smells vaguely of sawdust and I'm not sure of the last time I ate,
But for all that I watch come and go, life's simple joy doesn't seem to abate.
Maybe it's 'cause every time it rains I go face first into clouds
And even when dirt turns to mud, I still love this forsaken ground.
I've got the wind in one hand and sunshine in the next.
To say the least, I screw up a lot, but I don't believe in regrets.

I don't know where I'm going and I'll never forget where I've been.
Alone? Maybe, but for secrets, there's me - Who else could I rely in?
It's safe to say that nobody even tries to understand,
But, for their sake, I make them wonder with a smirk and sleight of hand.
I don't aim to kill, but we all mess up, and I'm really not blaming the gun.
These eyes aren't clean and my trigger finger's sore - To be honest, my sand glass is done.
I'll wander the land, sinning left and right and do my best to atone.
Maybe it's strange for a girl my age, but I love being on my own.