And in the sky, I confide
Clouds of yacht blue yonder
And on the inside, I wonder
A jay bird takes flight
Over a Bering wave in the night
I taste like ice and I hate it
Further and further I sink
Under these waves
Won't you abate?
I don't want this fate.
And all I can write about anymore
is this stupid state of mind.
I am the jay with the broken wing
I don't mind, I'll be fine
Leave me behind on this incline
If I jump
maybe
I'll
fly.
Superior blue dominates the mind
I don't want to feel this way tonight
So in the sky, I'll confide
...
This was a final project assigned in my AP Psychology class. The idea was to pick a paint chip, and write something relating to a psychological disorder, whilst using the four hues on the chip word-for-word within the writing. Naturally, I jumped at the chance. The hues in question are yacht blue, jay bird, bering wave, and superior blue. The last one's a bit of a stretch, but I think I got it right.
That's all for now. Talk to you soon.