blue
draw a life, name it blue
because sometimes it's that way
and place me in the corner
I'll be the one you can play with
when you're sick of it all -
looking for something more
and I'll obligingly go back
when you tire of me
I'll bathe in misery
to have the smallest part of you
do you want me for my plumage,
or for the idea that
I could make your mind
fly
Carly Findlay
October 2000