Lucky

What flashes through a man's mind when he looks a hungry tiger in the eye?

What flashes through a woman's mind when she's waiting for that strip to turn blue(or not) and doesn't know who's baby it is?

What flashes through a child's mind when he sees his father go mad?

What flashes through a baby's mind when she sees her mother snatch the milk away and never come back?

What, when the harvest goes bad and your house burns down and your spouse deserts you and your child scorns you and your god spurns you?

Do they think of all those happy moments and love and laughter and a beautiful sunset?
Do they think of all the bad times and how it made them stronger?
Do they think of that one thing they always wanted to do and never did or crave the arms of someone they love?
Is it just the searing pain of betrayal,frustration and loss?

Why me? Why now? Why this way? Why? Why?

Do they even think at all?

As they walk into the water with stones in their pockets. Or look up at the blank black sky waiting for the sun to rise again.

Isn't it lucky you and I will never know?
Or will we?