Good Luck Bad Luck

I have good luck you have bad, I do nothing fun while you never get it right. We bump into each other. For the first time I finally had a scratch on my arm. I feel so happy while you hesitate staring into my eyes. You get up and fall again into a hotdog cart. I get swooped up and we are both racing towards traffic. I take control and turn us down a different path in mind. There is a small gap at the end of the road, again your hesitant while I take control. We race to gap when a man drops a pice of medal, we go flying up it like a ramp. You finally take control as we fly trough the air, this time I am the hesitant one. You see the umbrella on the cart, you grab it but it dosn't work, you tell me to take your hand. As I do so the umbrella magically opens. I feel like Mary Poppins, for once my good luck makes me happy. Then I  realize you are the one for me.