The Formation of Scenery

Is your luck up?

Or is your luck down?

It keeps spinning around,

till you find out,

where your head goes. 

All these things I see,

they don’t match the scenery. 

All the pieces don’t fit,

but I think it belongs that way. 

I have put together,

puzzles and riddles. 

I know what does,

and doesn’t belong.

But when I hear about,

the scenery.

I know the pieces don’t fit. 

They never will. 

But I was there,

when they originally,

came together.

The scenery changed,

the fate and the luck. 

Now the luck just goes down.

Remember me