Original Composition Date: Friday, March 19,2010
Blue Sky, yellow triangle, joined in the middle
It doesn’t seem right to divide them like that,
If I had my way, I’d mix them up a little.
Jet airplane vapour, in the blue, like a kite.
Feels like a holiday in sand and the sun,
Airbourne in clouds, and free as a flight.
Not into space though , nothing so deep
That would be black with specks of white light
It could be more interesting,
Definitely more of a fright.
Come with me, let us fly
I’m sure it’ll be better
we’ll share life by halves,
that were then,
juxtaposed back together