Good Luck
I won a gift
That's not a lie
It's not a thing
To get surprised
You wont find it
In any maze
Nor a journey
Or arcade
You only win it
While alive
By peering in
To someones eyes
It is a living
Breathing thing
It might be more
Than just a fling
You never know
When it hits
But when you get it
You feel a win
I can't describe it
With any word
But it will make you
Feel absurd
The thing i speak of
Isnt small
You could find it
Big or tall
Doesn't matter
What the size
But in time
You will despise
Everything
About your gift
Everything
You might of missed
Maybe even
Start to think
It's too much
Or not enough
But all in all
One thing is true
If this happens
Good luck to you.
Copyright © Criss Tripp | Year Posted 2015
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