Sad-eyed Lady of the Lowlands (Ode to Bob Dylan)

I sit and marvel at a simple twist of fate,

And Bob's-your-uncle.

Imagine the good and the great

As pebbles rolling round my head gathering mossy thoughts,

A tangle of hopes and greens.

But instead of greens, I'm all tangled up in blue.

A moon, and something

To do with a wedding - no clue.

I think I've picked the right flowers, but shouldn't I pick weeds?

They're the ones that have no right.

I'm homesick and my blanket is lost underground.

Sad-eyed and wet-cheeked

I moan I'm stuck outside the gates

Of Eden, when I haven't even tried to turn the key.

If I'd only pledge some time

I could see that I'm a big girl now, just like a woman.

I hate my self-pity,

And I pity myself for that.