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Green Borders
On the highest street in a bigger town
I had laid down no more than a dollar
And I walked away with something funny
That doesn't really suit me
I've worn it once and lived my day
Not noticing any glances in my direction
But it's not to say that it really fits
Or that it alters me somehow
My fellow agrees that it stands out of place
Or at least, that it doesn't belong
But I think I like it, dare I say
Maybe it'll help me change
I care for black, it suits me well
The green on the side is a little strange
It's different sure, but not so much
It's something out of a story
I've landed here with it in hand
And it lays upon my hardening skin
Perhaps in time it will charm them too
As it has charmed me
Either way, it's dirty now
And I think I'll give it some time
But its color's calm and neutral face
May decorate me soon.
