There once was a man named Sean,
An aimless wanderer he had grown,
No tribe to call home,
He roamed all alone,
But luck had left him on his own.
In search of knowledge, he'd roam,
But alas, he found only the known,
No new truths to find,
Left him feeling confined,
Poor Sean, luck had surely flown.
With each new place he'd arrive,
No surprises to keep him alive,
His mind grew weary,
His path, oh so dreary,
No serendipity for him to thrive.
Oh, Sean, the village's fool,
In his quest, he played by no rule,
But fate had its way,
No new cards to play,
His luck ran dry, and life grew cruel.
Now Sean's journey has come to an end,
No more horizons for him to transcend,
He yearned for change,
Yet life remained strange,
Oh, poor Sean, luck refused to befriend.
Though luck may have left him behind,
In his heart, a glimmer of hope, we find,
For every village fool,
Deserves a chance to rule,
Maybe someday, fortune will be kind.
--chatGPT