In this relating world to unrelate
And distance one without fortunes of fate,
The one relation that I have for these blues
Is by this bluebird that’s beneath the hues
Of this crimed-colored earth beyond the sun,
But with enough soul for man’s opinion
To relate a blue that seems out the blues
For a man to take in his shocking news.
And listens this bluebird in the same blue,
Without a worry of me to cut the cue
For a one who wishes an act of man
That follow him by the work’s of life’s plan;
And here, the bluebird becomes another
And flys not by the blowing wind to cover.