Luck Doesn’t Exist

I’m stuck
my feet in the muck
of the wrongful demands
from those who have luck
on their sides.

Is it fair,
that I’m here
stuck in place
cannot stray
from the things they call right
the things they call true

Is it a matter
of deciding for myself
or have I already done that
if I know what is wrong
but cannot seem to escape

I’m stuck
my feet in the muck
of the wrongful demands
from those who have luck
on their sides

Does God judge me for
the things I cannot escape from
or is that what his strength is for
for providing dry ground
to ground myself

to ground my thoughts

I’m stuck
my feet in the muck
but I’m going to be okay
I’m not on the side of luck
but it doesn’t really exist anyway