WHAT'S LUCK GOT TO DO WITH IT?

What would I say now? I want a brief escape from the road of life. Music is my focus - sometimes, but not always.  I am driven to write, have been driven all my life.  Life itself is too vast and demands its many needs be met.  Today I need to find a place in myself - to let myself wander through the unknown landscapes of my own heart and mind.  I need to be free of all my own conventions and habits, and go, or at least imagine myself going, to a world of possibility and potential, a place where the natural instincts of joy, trust and creativity are not sullied by the crap - whoops, did I say crap?  - I mean, by the distractions and limited visions and neuroses that a person so often meets.  Let me go to a more natural state of love.  Let me at least believe it's out there.  Let me meander through space and time until I happen upon it - accidentally, on purpose.
As Piaf once sang: "Non, je ne regrette rien."  All that's past is past, and now "je repars a zero." (sorry, francophones, don't have the accents on this computer).  I'm always starting at zero, it seems, but I don't see that as a negative, rather as an important element, and necessary for the prevention of bad habits or comfortable ruts.  We have an unhealthy attachment to our own selves, at times, and to our own points of view.  I rather like the feeling of being a nobody - an unknown traveller in strange new lands,-

and of meeting the world afresh. Of course, I would always carry my MasterCard or VISA with me, and psychologically speaking, I am likewise always armed.  I never leave home without the insurance of my own internal sense:  brains to see, hear, process; mouth to speak; guts to warn; and heart to love.  "And the greatest of these is....."
And that, ladies and gentlemen, is why I eat whole, natural, non-GMO, and organic-as-much-as-possible food. (except for french fries once in a while, of course.) And I try to keep to the same healthy regimen with things that enter my mind.  'Mens sana in corpore sano', n'est-ce pas?  da vero?  nach bhfuil?  Protecting the environment - one's own up-close and personal space, - is job one, physically and mentally.  And so, I will away.  I'll write, I promise.