Here’s a time where you look up and see a sort
of blue that screams for birds to just topple down
toward the sidewalk, busting up all over the ground.
With trepidation as your style, it’s also time to court
the women you see along your way to the coffee shop.
Romance day is tomorrow and everyone expects
a certain course of acting, so scope out your prospects;
you like trawling the bottom, but maybe it’s in the top
you’ll find a sweet release. Not unlike those birds that
get blinded by some sun ray reflected off a car window,
you crash and burn with the best, get high and then low.
It’s a proper day for a mini death, better get started stat.