Present Perfect: Run with Luck

Lucky.

Plucky punk avoids the funk.

Never sunk below what people know as sanity, handily masked my flaws

Forever Indiana Jones’n, escaping danger, kissing strangers, closing casket’s jaws

Whisked away, some may say, by ghosts and spirits, fate of God

Why I’m still living, loving, she’s just a woman, stop, it gives me pause

I try to project what I got, giving, stealing this moment, regardless of laws

I would’ve gone crazy, you never cease to amaze me, toss the frost

Alive, right now, chase away the blues, reds, greens, nothing lost

Strive to stay intact, never lack, always in the black, lenses glossed

My luck runs, chase it through fun obstacles, up, down, no frown at what cost?

Soon as you stop to think, another drink, dance, romance, strands stretch, tossed

Move, repeat the feat, improve your seat or devolve, revolve, evolve, weak gloss

Almost a crime, but why waste your space, crash, wake, the grime washes off