Lottery

The happy never watch the clock's slow pace —
They simply do not have the time to spare.
The happy do not weep in hurt's embrace,
A lucky ticket is the life they bear.

But what of those for whom no tickets wait?
For whom the keys to happiness aren't found?
To this, there is a single answer from Fate:
You haven't met the ticket seller 'round.

They say that life is just a lottery,
You have to find the ticket that is right.
But while you search, you'll age for all to see,
And then the ticket loses all its might.

Oh, seller of the tickets to pure bliss,
Why do you hide yourself away from sight?
Where are the cherished tickets that we miss?
Appear to us, the mad, just once, with light!

Why is it that our life can be unfair?
And destiny just plays along its game...
Perhaps was destiny too shy to dare,
And feared the days of lottery and fame?

They say that life is just a lottery,
You have to find the ticket that is right.
But while you search, you'll age for all to see,
And then the ticket loses all its might.

Become the sellers of your happiness,
For you're the ones in charge of your own fate.
And you don't need a sage's cleverness
To say, "Oh, Life, I love you! You are great!"

They say that life is just a lottery,
But you're the one in charge of your own fate.
And you must be much wiser, certainly,
To say, "Oh, Life, I love you! You are great!"