With Any Luck... Poem by Adrian Cordova

Maybe with any luck I could,
Maybe with any luck you could,
Lucky we don't depend on luck.

Shot down over and over again,
You never once crawled,
Never once did I pick you up.

And yet, I feel like as if you've been,
Pushed too far,
Set back too much
Crippled by the glances.
Devoured by the hate.

Maybe you've felt what that's like,
With any luck you ignored it,
With any heart you survived it,
With any soul you grew from it.

But I'd never know just how you felt about,
The moments.
The memories,
The dreams,
Unless I looked inside.

I'm the one that experienced it all,
The fear,
The hate,
The kicks and screams,
The silent anthem,
And the dive,

But you'd never know just how I felt,
About all those memories,
All the memories,
Unless you looked inside.

With any luck,
Anything could happen,
Everyone says that.

Only to be positive
But they don't realize,
That there is such a thing as bad luck,
Lucky we've never depended on luck.

So lets work,
Lets work to show the others,
Lets work to change whats gonna happen,
And maybe with any good luck,
The work will work.