Title, a line from Bob Dylan’s Series of Dreams.

I love the idea that the only way some people can win is if their luck comes from some other world or dimension. It somehow gives weight to the theory that many world leaders and mega Rich are actually aliens, just take a look into the void of their eyes.

I went to a fete with Destiny once, had a go on the raffle, didn’t win!

Luck

Luck is a thing I don’t possess,
Probably explains why my life’s a mess
Everything I do just comes to nought
Maybe I should stop, maybe I ought

The wall I bang my head against always comes off best
I’m up against tech and Mammon who would have guessed
I don’t want to be part of that puppet show
They are all ignorant of the things that I know

Shear determination is how I’ve clung on
Squeezing the juice out of my skills like a lemmon
Fame and fortune then not for me
There are though other things one can be

One can be caring, loving and smart
Better that than selling some electric cart
One can see, one can know
Not run a world power like a circus show

All words Meadowhead Bard.