For the Blue People
sometimes I pray
for death delay
a strange array
of sand and clay
...sometimes I pray
sometimes I ask again
to be absolved of sin
can you please restore my grin
to what it once had been?
...maybe then I can begin
the answer : no one can
make me a greater man
no, I must make a plan
to get back where I began
...stand up where I once ran
but I really don't know how
I can handle this right now
but I will push the plow
until my body won't allow
...and I will take my final bow
cause that's what I try to do
give my voice out to the few
to the people colored blue
I guess I'm writing this for you
...
I hope you hear the words I spew
so you might just get a clue
of what we are going through
and that's when I snap back
I don't break down, I crack
if I don't cut myself some slack
and continue adding to this stack
...how will I keep my mind intact?
Copyright © Eric Schojan | Year Posted 2014
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