Lucky are those who don’t fit in the answers.
Lucky are those who don’t subscribe to the rules.
Lucky are those who never bend principles despite the violence of the hurricane.
Lucky are those who are restless, but never tired.
Lucky are those who spend nights out while everyone sleeps.
Lucky are those who wake with a question and then go to bed with more questions.
Lucky are those who search answers, but never claim to have found them.
Lucky are those who don’t try to be normal, nor great.
Lucky are those who are humble, but aware of the greatness of being alive.
Lucky are those who searched the meaning of freedom and found it within them.
Lucky are those who walk through dark winter nights but only have eyes to the blue skies on their horizon.
Lucky are those who listen to the music as they dance alone in the wind.
Lucky are those who write poems during the gravity of the fall.
Lucky are those whose hearts whisper the desire for life in the moments that are lost.
Lucky are we, the defiant.
Lucky are we, for we don’t accept the song that was written for us.
We write our own songs.
We dance to our music.
Lucky are we, who are alive, masterpieces of existence.
For if life is a song, we dare play ours.
