Blue

It has become a struggle to breathe; the oxygen turns to blue, filtered by Drunken, hairy nostrils Blue like sad Blue like cold Blue like the music. Trying harder, means please me. The sky is light blue, For the blanket of sadness That all us share. Breathe out, smokey regret Breathe out exasperated fatigue. Blue, it's so blue, that the ocean's reflected sky Says it's okay; soon, when you leave, The water will been green, And blue will revert to being Primary, again.