In its turn, Luck chooses people <br />According to its own notions, <br />Not always considering efficiency. <br />And without offering such explanation. <br />It is blind; <br />That you can not convince what to decide. <br />Even you fly to chase, <br />In its way, it will keep going <br />Without any intention to look back, <br />Answering your call or cry. <br />It may hit you once, may never <br />When blind has a view <br />No one can stop it. <br />It goes to the point Regardless obstacles, <br />Just with its sight. <br />And finally reaches its aim <br />With interpretations <br />You cannot know or see.<br /><br />inas essa<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/blind-luck-3/
