PAVLOVIA {BEGUINE} It was spring in Pavlovia-a-a, I was lost, in a maze . . . Lysol breezes perfumed the air, I'd been searching for days. I found you, in a cul-de-sac, As bewildered as I- We touched noses, and suddenly My heart learned how to fly! So, together, we found our way, Shared a pellet, or two . . . Like an evening in some café, Wanting nothing, but you . . . Autumn's come, to Pavlovia-a-a, Once again, I'm alone- Finding sorrow by millivolts, Back to neurons and bone. And I think of our moments then, Never knowing your name- Nothing's left in Pavlovia, But the maze, and the game. . . .
In "Pavlovia," the narrator reflects on a journey through a springtime maze in a place that feels both enchanting and disorienting. The air is filled with fragrant breezes as they search for a companion. Upon finding another lost soul in a cul-de-sac, they experience a moment of connection that elevates their spirits, likening their bond to a carefree evening spent in a café. This moment of joy highlights the importance of companionship in overcoming isolation.
As the seasons change to autumn, the tone shifts significantly. The narrator finds themselves alone once more, grappling with feelings of sorrow and loneliness, reminiscent of their previous search. The joyful memories linger, yet there’s a sense of loss as they return to a more solitary existence, reflecting on the ephemeral nature of their connection. Ultimately, "Pavlovia" becomes a metaphor for the quest for meaning amidst uncertainty and the bittersweet reality of fleeting moments in life.
