I play the lottery
Never lucky, as my one and twoβs vanishes
There into the production of mastered numbers
Another card, same story
I cringed the paper, free throw into the garbage bin
Walking on, thinking why Iβm so unworthy
To receive the millions, my wants and desires
Nothing left but my empty pocket
The man on the street saw me
He was called the animal, I think
I wonder who looked at him and give him his name
Was it because of his worn out clothes
Or maybe his overgrown beard?
But in reality, hair is hair, as skin is to skin
He met me, looked at me
Saw me at my down times
With a voice, he asked βI need a smokeβ
I asked why?
βMy lungs need cleansing from the dirt,β he replies
βHere, take this pack,β I say
He says thanks and says
βGive me a flash lightβ
I ask why
βCos I need the light to move through these tunnelsβ
βHere you go, take this flash lightβ
He smiles, and tells me Iβm a good man
βHow do you know? I have sin on my clothes
Donβt you see them?β
I see them, all of them, he says
But I also see your soul
That which you have repaired
With light, you cleansed your mind
Placed your soul in a zen of peace
βI donβt understand,β I tell him
You will one day
He never repaid me
I never saw the animal again
But I remember his words
I soaked it into my voice
In peace, I found those one or twoβs
Not in papers
In my quest to live and find his words
The one he gave to me
So I say to myself
My luck has runneth over
For my faith is all I need
To receive, I will give back these ones or twoβs
To the hands of lives who thirst
Not to systems that eat and never purge back soul