Would they could be each day,
When everywhere you turn you find good luck,
Maybe it is today,
The culmination of the days before,
Perhaps you did good deeds,
Without expectation of quid pro quo,
Like planting thoughts you didn't know were seeds,
It is the not knowing that really counts,
The key's to be sincere,
Not knowing that you know what the key is,
With completely no fear,
Or self-knowledge,
It's actually not fun,
You require more days of disappointment,
To appreciate the scattered fortune.
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