Strange Behaviours

Today was a pretty day It made my blue sky That much bluer in its shade as it would say Why would I be grey It's so unexciting And my palette just won't give up the space Throw me a bone And I'll fetch it for you With devotion to no notions of my own That's a dangerous game A pea at odds With the pod from which he came but can't remain Set your sights on secret saviours Little do they know Dig your holes too close to neighbours Strange behaviours start to show If a line is round Should it be straightened And put back in the order it was found Just because it's round A change of process Character killed off Lines worn out Set your sights on secret saviours Little do they know Dig your holes too close to neighbours Strange behaviours start to show Be careful curtain follows Falling to the floor Just beware the sky is the limit Strange behaviours are no more Leave me until the love you feel comes streaming down your face Far across the openness of thoughtlessness there is no in-between What it is is what it will be