The color is Red

The color of verses, the color of curses
The color that's believed to bind universes
The color makes you wonder, the color makes you wander
The color on your parting sure makes you thunder.

The elliptic eyes, and the secret vice
The bonnetted stories up the hill sure sound nice
The chants go all around, the falling pieces are abound
The beauty of the nature or it's you to have me spellbound?

The right's long gone, the ritual's long past
The left has gone hard way and the highway's gone fast
The driver's changed seats, or the marks are forgotten,
I bet the color's brown still, and pink when smitten.

The store rests is pieces forever, the story's put to rest
The memories that tricked down can stay safe in the chest
For the key maybe valid still, but what use's the key?
The first took it own course, let the rest be.