The Blues In Reflection

The irony of life sometimes; it has me asking why. The after affects of a medical treatment left me with a deviated tongue; The term deviated in its self is to some degree ironic. In the end it is sometimes difficult to understand what I say. Once in a daze of stumbling blind love; I spoke my feelings; and was kissed on the check That was the tenderest thing I ever experienced Without verbal expression how will I touch love? And my almost friend that I tried so hard at first; To keep at a distance; I cared so much about her But life threw a curve ball; and now I couldn’t even; Tell her how sorry I am even if I had the courage to try. And my fingers; with their little suckers; That makes my guitar; do things; I’m not even sure are coming from me; I won’t be singing my words as a lyric It’s alright because I was never coming out anyway; My whole life is about being undercover; by choice. Someday in some other life maybe; I’ll show people who; I really am; but not here; not today.