LUCK ISN'T ENOUGH
LUCK ISN'T
ENOUGH
Words by: Tanya Acharya, Grade 12│
Photo by: Shradha Dinesh, Grade 11
Words by: Tanya Acharya, Grade 12
Photo by: Shradha Dinesh, Grade 11
Found myself leaving the house
Taking a train to a Chinese restaurant
But I’m not going to meet a friend ahead
I’m going to get a fortune cookie instead,
I’ve run out of luck
Maybe it’ll tell me what to do
Who to meet
Where to go
And when.
Or maybe it’ll just tell me straight-up,
Hey, you’ve run out of luck
If the words on the front do no good
The numbers on the back tell me to save the date
One of these days I might finally get it back:
All the luck I’ve lost,
And get on track
Found myself walking towards home
There's a strange feeling, you know
Seeing a single fern growing out of the pavement crack
As if it tried it’s best and now it’s your turn to follow that path
No luck involved, just a lot of genuinely hard work
I realized it isn’t the ink on that tiny paper that will bring me what I’m looking for—
That contented feeling.
It’s the outlook I’ve got towards what’s currently around me,
And there’s no reason for a cookie to tell me what to foresee.
Found myself leaving the house
Taking a train to a Chinese restaurant
But I’m not going to meet a friend ahead
I’m going to get a fortune cookie instead,
I’ve run out of luck
Maybe it’ll tell me what to do
Who to meet
Where to go
And when.
Or maybe it’ll just tell me straight-up,
Hey, you’ve run out of luck
If the words on the front do no good
The numbers on the back tell me to save the date
One of these days I might finally get it back:
All the luck I’ve lost,
And get on track
Found myself walking towards home
There's a strange feeling, you know
Seeing a single fern growing out of the pavement crack
As if it tried it’s best and now it’s your turn to follow that path
No luck involved, just a lot of genuinely hard work
I realized it isn’t the ink on that tiny paper that will bring me what I’m looking for—
That contented feeling.
It’s the outlook I’ve got towards what’s currently around me,
And there’s no reason for a cookie to tell me what to foresee.
Taking a train to a Chinese restaurant
But I’m not going to meet a friend ahead
I’m going to get a fortune cookie instead,
I’ve run out of luck
Maybe it’ll tell me what to do
Who to meet
Where to go
And when.
Or maybe it’ll just tell me straight-up,
Hey, you’ve run out of luck
If the words on the front do no good
The numbers on the back tell me to save the date
One of these days I might finally get it back:
All the luck I’ve lost,
And get on track
Found myself walking towards home
There's a strange feeling, you know
Seeing a single fern growing out of the pavement crack
As if it tried it’s best and now it’s your turn to follow that path
No luck involved, just a lot of genuinely hard work
I realized it isn’t the ink on that tiny paper that will bring me what I’m looking for—
That contented feeling.
It’s the outlook I’ve got towards what’s currently around me,
And there’s no reason for a cookie to tell me what to foresee.
