I’m too blue today
To get out of bed
Way to blue
For the headwinds
Of you
I’ll push myself up
Only to fall back down
I’m held up with toothpicks
In this town
So blue
That even the sky
Is dark
Too
I’m too blue today
To get out of bed
Way to blue
For the headwinds
Of you
I’ll push myself up
Only to fall back down
I’m held up with toothpicks
In this town
So blue
That even the sky
Is dark
Too
What title
Comes through
Relentless pursuit
Of art
I’m not sure
There is one
So what is done
Is done
Great art created
In a hopeful one
Backups required
When the light
Of day
Is expiring
That is how I know
That I must create
A stable table
To fall back on
But again
I wonder
What could I have done
With more presence
More thunder
I’m afraid
Not much
I know a place
To go uptown
That is nice
And has a good price
Good to eat
And clean treats
Let’s go
Real in
The time
In a way that
Satisfies all senses
In this time
We have
Right now
In the world
A banter approach
No real
Hopes for anything
Aspirational
Just hoping for something
More
Recreational
Can I do it the same
Everyday
A challenge
To be the same
In every way
I will try
And see
My ossified plans
Didn’t play out
The way I was hoping
To make an entrance
Instead defeated sounds
Mumbling
In a time of exclamations
More of a comma
I should have know
That is life
The real drama
How long can I go
With no emotion
Until it pours out
Like some magic potion
Upon the floor
What will I do
Until I find out
I guess I never knew