"And every day a multiverse of open roads not taken yet"

A Little Luck Left in My Shoes a Mystery of Nine for Sachin One I always seem to have a little luck left in my shoes If nothing else but weariness where used to be a penny In the left for luck for many years but now bereft of any Because luck and money are not necessarily Birds of a feather I have found from watching warily All I can do is know my wish was granted and came true Two Though sometimes I allow analysis to run amok Because it does sometimes as some things like that tend to do When it can get confusing in the wonder of it all A flood of feeling all about and only drops of doubt to drink And life is even more confusing in a time of drought Repeating things I hear like "I do not believe in luck" Insisting "that is only hay I find between my toes" Three But the fact is that whatever you may call it here it is An observable phenomenon like writing in the starry sky And if you speak of it and me you might say "it is his" Or "that ungrateful one does not know what it really is" As the he of me is as surprised as you are I suppose At having what I have for having nothing left to lose Four And after I walk in circles awhile I think to stop to think How I could kill myself again or I could sing the blues Left foot right hand wings to fly away the way I choose Or I could be an even bigger fool than I have been Having a hell of a time of it now as heaven already knows And as those of you like me who have been fools know what I mean If I forgot my luck and got stuck out of the in between Five But the good news is I have a little luck left in my shoes Good enough for me somehow at least enough for now With luck in any case the grace to make my footsteps sure and swift Though I have been a long way down I step up now and this is why At never any better nor indeed another time for me to be Six A little luck left in my shoes becomes the transcendental gift Of one who knows my footsteps and has been this way before Who knows we must exceed ourselves and supersede us that we tire Of being where we are to get to where we next desire The fire of forward motion falling out of the commotion Of a disciplined dissatisfaction with what is outgrown Discarding what becomes too small exceeding what before was known Seven And every day a multiverse of open roads not taken yet A crossroads of a thousand ways and shadow on the way through yes to know With each moment a decision everyone must make alone Creating in detail a future when we see succeed or fail A thousand worlds which are yet never were with some to our regret And some to our relief with every possible joy and probable grief Eight Worlds we never were to know yet are forever even so Worlds which I remember at the same time I forget What went before I wonder when I then discover more In and with and under I transcend into and through the wonder Of it all now as I find the great revealed within the small Ungrateful he transcending to be thankful me who knows As the he of me is as surprised as you are I suppose Nine I know who brought my feet this far these years to more through less As the walls have shrunk the sky has grown into one great embrace Of my footsteps through the path of sky as led to follow sure and swift Pursuing as pursued by the familiar transcendental gift Of one who knows my footsteps and has been this way before Who blessed me by the journey I begin again this time to bless Chorus Mysticus My footsteps through the starry sky will find my place At the crossroads of space with time where they embrace When a little luck left in my shoes there by the grace Of one who has been here before will be enough for me +Steven Curtis Lance Copyright MMX