Kings die,
Popes sin,
Gods fall,
Dreams fade.

Still
Between the chaos,
A humble figure
Smiles.

No plan
Or course
To follow
But today.

Falling,
Hurting,
Getting up
Again.

A jerry-rigged mantra
Marks the way ahead.
Four simple words:
Ah well, fuck it.

Like a stubborn cat,
Always landing right…
somehow.

Perhaps
The universe
Secretly just
Loves her.

Perhaps
She’s just
Damn
Lucky.