The world makes noise, the numbers shout, Predictions pace their way about. But chaos hates to be ignored— So I pour it a drink and pick a better chord I’ve tried to reason, to simply say, Tried pinning chance down anyway. Turns out fear loosens its grip on me When uncertainty dresses with some decency. I’ve seen the storm without a face, Cold as math, too quick to erase. But give it charm, a name, a tone— Suddenly the room feels better known. I don’t pretend she’s kind or fair, Just that she moves with style and flair. Once chance can smile and take the floor, We stop shaking—start dancing more. You don’t tame the unknown to make it stay, You dress it up so it knows the way. Luck is a lady, now chaos behaves, Once she’s got manners, we feel brave. Give fear a rhythm, give doubt a name, Suddenly trembling feels like dancing again. Luck is a lady, she leads, we sway— That’s how we make it through the daily fray. You can’t arrest her, you can’t make her sign, You can’t subpoena fate or cross-examine time. But she might linger if you treat her fine, If you tip your hat and don’t draw a line. Don’t clutch, don’t corner, don’t demand, She moves better with a little room to stand. Grace goes missing when fear’s in command— She dances best when when there's a place to land. Luck is a lady, dressed just right, We spin through the dark like it’s opening night. The world stays wild, but here’s the gain: When chaos has charm, we don’t feel insane. Frankly… If you’re gonna face the unknown— Invite it to dance.
