I don’t think it was the ray of light that stopped us
And I don’t trust gods who wanted to cause the ruckus.
It wasn’t the moon and it wasn’t the sun in the sky.
If I ask you twice, you must come up with a better lie.
I don’t think it was the hope that kept us in the game,
And I don’t believe that people’s luck are all the same.
It wasn’t my grace and it wasn’t my fear of death,
But I swear I heard you laughing as the dull crowds wept.
-Jackie
The Daily Writing of Jackie Wright 