The Synchronicity Song

Jung coined the term ‘synchronicity’, Never really thought it applied to me. Somebody crazy, maybe? Not me! Coincidence they’ll have you believe. Each segment is a memory Brought through the veil by synchronicity. Disparate pieces woven in this tapestry To summon forth my destiny. There was this time I spent in the navy When an old mariner with hands like bark Took me to the planks of the Victory. While the blue moon watched, Horatio talked And we sang with the angels to be free. How did I remember? How could I have known? Two fore-guns brought the flagship down. The sniper flash, the Admiral’s gone! Wrapped in secret song, The synchronicity song. Cosby and a cosmic message, 200 miles per hour, Over carpet under couch vinyl would appear, Proof of my predictive powers In the story told just minutes before And we sang astronomically! The number two revealed the past, Natal chart already cast, A voyageur to life, at last, I sang a French River song, The synchronicity song. Eighteenth century New France, Two young lovers in the throes of romance Separated by the Montreal fire Never consummated their burning desire. Three hundred years later, two souls found, Lives all twisted, love turned around, Four people caught by destiny The signs were all clear in astrology All hearts witness tragedy To sing the saddest songs, This synchronicity song.