Licking wounds

Licking wounds and  waiting for luck to come my way

 appears to be prediction of unsatisfied soul.

Luck is what is  made by you

you wish to get it no where to go

find in yourself it is waiting for you

You are licking your wounds

luck is waiting to listen her sounds

come out of engulfed  bounds

The sun is shining and you will shine

Luck is nothing but a  matter of fate

May not be  found in the wind or spate

you are the one to win over the luck

Many paths are waiting  strong and sound

just stop licking your own wounds.;

old sad memories if remembered forever

it may alive many a burn and smolder

keeping these gathered in heart so deep

whenever we thing we loose our sleep

Get rid of past steer your life

On a wheel that go fast making no sounds

And just stop liking your wounds.