Mar 3, 2025
Winding Road to Blue Eyes
I set off, not exactly thrilled, Past a tree, stingy with its shade, Through highways jammed, my patience killed, By craggy cliffs, my feet betrayed.
I twist and turn, like spaghetti in a spoon, But I keep going, 'cause what else can I do? My job's to get there, reach my destination soon, That clear blue gaze, it's waiting, it's true!
Day and night, those blue eyes gleam, Anticipating, it would seem... Not my grand arrival, or a hero's welcome bright, But probably just me, filling up the cat's food dish tonight!
