Making This: My Wheel

While born into blue like midnight waves

Always perhaps a little more like teal,

Still in search of all the faves.

Unable to discern the difference it craves

For the paint, old wallpaper needs to peel

While born into blue like midnight waves.

On through the crash and splints one draves

Again! Again! listen to that spiel

Still in search of all the faves.

But even up high, stained glass in naves

Hold green and red, and all the wheel,

While born into blue like midnight waves;

More mustard and purple, in these one laves,

Or umber and orange, it does appeal;

Still in search of all the faves.

So ever a green my soul it saves

To know these, MY colors I proudly unseal

While born into blue like midnight waves

Still, in search of all the faves.