Track One

Wish me luck, wish me luckier

than the luck itself.

I have traveled far,

to the edge of distance,

guided by divine hands

through all these sufferings.

Many walls have been broken,

many have yet to be.

With both feet on the ground,

my wish will never expire.

Clinging on the urge

to stay on track

and keep moving.

The core of life is not about

how we end an episode,

but on how we dare to begin

another after another.

Wish me luck, wish me luckier

than the luck itself.

So many plans to do in such

comfortless time-frame,

as change is the only constant

in life on Earth.

Stagnation never takes its course

within oneself.

Praying at the crossroads,

hoping things would go well.

Ahead of us lies

a different standard of meaning,

adding concrete facets to

the once so-called oddity.

Time will tell should things function,

or vice versa...