Tragic Mishaps - The Accidentals

James K. Brown was an alcoholic man

Drove his Ford into a white Sudan

He never found what he was looking for

A way to crash into a life full of open doors

When they were closed before

Beautiful itch in the kitchen chair

Breathing in a sharp slice of air

These tragic mishaps happen all the time

Exceeding all the deaths by homicide

To people in their prime

Sarah Mae would die within the air

Withered leaves dark on her yellow flower

Her stories gathered up around her eyes

The only things consistent in her life

Bright like fireflies

And when she fell down the concrete stairs

The fabric of normality began to tear

And Sarah Mae was forever changed

But still the lamplike fireflies in her eyes remained

A snapshot in my brain

And though it’s hard for us to try and understand

Maybe tragic mishaps were always in the plan

And when we stumble and we trip into fatality

Maybe we just open our eyes to reality

Like waking from a dream