Synchronicity, Karma’s little b*tch.
There was a synchronicity in the first place 28th March, two meanings on the one date.
I’d chalked it all up to fate.
Then country fiction, a dream I’d never seen coming. Had I got to awaken I’d of took off running.
All deers, foxes, rabbits and shrews.
All gorgeous greens and clear blues.
All for two days and a thankyou too.
One day I’m returning to buy you.
Then there’s you, where the bluebird sings.
I don’t know your song but your vibration lingers.
Quality is often found in the tips of your fingers.