The Yellows! What Pythagoras Pursued

The Yellows! What Pythagoras pursued

They were a game inside his head

It was spontaneous without prelude

The world outside might well be dead

Those Yellows were a blooming talisman

Sunflowers, lemons, setting sun

He sometimes thought he’d be a wiser man

If what he willed ended up done

Something outside disturbed his composure

He thought he heard a young girl cry

“Life is an interruption I endure”

He stood resigned and paced straight to the door

Thought “deja vu” but wasn’t sure

Outside a yellow sunset struck his eye

He laughed and didn’t even wonder why