We shield ourselves. We hide and secure our broken pieces leaving them no place to be seen, but we forget that people are watching. They see our behavior and know us, sometimes too well for our benefit, and they tend to guess the reason of our distress.
We give flashes of our runes trying to hide our shadows. It is mystery that tramp us no other less. The joke's on us, always on us. Timing time, on the most inconvenient way destiny could choose.
“Touché” Life won.
We have still the clock ticking and a whole road worth riding and bumping for. We need no luck, we have luck already at our sides.