Serendipitous Blues
An open eye is why I see, and I think about the trues;
but this open eye, close I try …
Serendipitous Blues.
My thoughts do race to make a case and find all the clues;
but I did the chase and found the face …
Serendipitous Blues.
This image burned from what I learned, and I can’t stop the muse;
but now it’s yearned for what once was, returned …
Serendipitous Blues.
For who would dictate this path so straight, so I cannot choose;
and make me irate with this fate …
Serendipitous Blues.
In a world of vanity to become this sanity is nothing but a ruse;
and yet this clarity has no parity …
Serendipitous Blues.
Serendipitous Blues …
Copyright © Taylor Parsons | Year Posted 2014
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