Luck of the Draw

The expectations

I grow impatient

Deeper into a lack of motivation

An irrigation of their manipulation

Waiting, working for my invitation

A cause for celebration 

Reason for vacation

Feeling free—a toast to my liberation

As I climb out of hibernation 

With a new sensation 

Less anticipation 

Time to make a self-proclamation

Like Lincoln,

Unafraid to declare a new emancipation

You see—it’s not the shot I’m chasin’

It’s a self-evolved-overhaul

Letting the chips of life fall

Winner

Take

All