My Psyche Is Not Luck's Playmate...

I Can Hear My Dreams Being Crushed
Filling My Lap With Pieces Of Darkness.
I Don’t Call It The Almighty’s Betrayal
& Abstain From Calling It My Fate Either.
I May Rebuild My Broken Box Of Reveries
& Cherish It across The Sunny Rainbow Sky.
But My Brain Has Divorced My Mind It Seems,
Which Has Remarried My Heart & Is Now
Immensely Drunk In Utter Hallucinations.
Time Is Still Young & I Have To Regain
All Those Lost Something’s, Since I Can’t
Allow My Psyche To Be A Playmate Of Luck...