Pisces' Peaces

The eyes of March are always watching me Though scattered from a constellation past Oh March only you know my history The stars maintain victory from the blast When I could not find you in the Pisces I figured your airy scent wanted more So I slept twenty-one days in nighties When I awoke there he was at my door There was peace, There was air and no more lies I knew the three of us would meet again Knock, Knock, the door, and March to my surprise For one whole year I lived no peace within But now two days from today we can say No more Pisces, just an Aries' birthday