Yellowbelly

A veil of strands of hair so rareAveiled and stranded there nowhereYou speak to me of fateWe even set a dateCould not tell MichelleI never said and you pretended not to hearI chose not to reveal for fearYou speak to me of dreamsYou speak to me of schemesAnd I fell MichelleWe swim in sands of hope relentless greyAnd what would Freud say?He'd say "You speak to me of dreamsYou speak to me of schemes"And I fell Michelle