Whirling backwards
Arms reach back to find something to hold onto
Getting forward was the goal
The wind beats it all back
Legs bend to brace
Life screams and adjusts
using every misfortune in its favor
It claims there is no such thing as luck
Yet luck is felt
the mystery of it bending reality
Charging forward
Prefering to embrace life
Even when its force runs against
especially when its force runs against
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