Blue

The sky is blue and so is the ocean.

However, it’s just a notion.

 

I miss the days when the sky was surely azure

And when the sea was a sapphire pasture.

 

Oh, yes, I miss the days, I miss the days!

 

The sky is blue and so is the sea,

But it’s all an illusion--(between you and me).

              

       

(Blue Part Two)

     

Blue is what you do when you don’t know what to do.

Blue is when your gut tells you to trust it,

But you know very well it can’t be trusted.

You know very well that even your gut can’t be trusted!

Blue, blue-blue blue, blue is what ya do.

 

Blue is what happens when there’s a kidnappin’

Of your innocence--when you wince at the thought

That you once would have fought for the thought

That the sky is blue and so is the sea--so ya thought.

Blue, blue-blue blue, “blue” is what happens.

 

Blue blew my mind up too big--now behold the disaster.

Blue blew my head up with illusions and now contusions

Have crippled my gut with such crushing confusion

That it has had no other choice but to come to the conclusion:

Blue is the disaster--rather the disaster is azure.

Author's Note

Please give me an honest critique. Thank you!

Reviews

[Wicahpi]

That's why they write songs about it!
You are very perceptive. Your mind is a prism.
Well done!