Luck Just Doesn'T Do It

Luck be here, Four leaf clover to tear, The dream catcher hangs, The fire from the gun bangs. Luck only goes so far, Until you hit the end bar, Look up to the One. Then sense is made; done. Never look back, For some choose to lack. Be the one with the wings, The beauty in the little things, Can be seen so clear, Their so near; right here. Use your mind and heart, Not to leave or dart. Only pull in for some, Trusting few; but don't stick like gum. It's a real world, All are a little curled. Don't get caught up in luck, Or you may be the one stuck.