O my dearest serenity
you've watched me all my life
pray tell me if I ever garnered
such bad karma from the skies

I break my legs to stay on track
I blind my eyes to not gaze back
do tell me why 6 hawks now monitor
aligning me to the ground

And so close to confetti;
I guess annual traditions must occur
much like with you and my mother
paying a monthly return

But please o do tell me
how I've trickled into this
straight in the middle of a quarreling couple
who I believe is meant to be

Do not let her green eyes ponder
over miscalculated fantasy.
Especially do not let her blue mind wonder
when it is so close to 23