The Blues
The Blue
This day so restless and sad no, not the day
The sadness rests in me this unhappiness that will
Last for days a holler into darkness
A bus that never stops outside my home doomed
To see it through a dirty window
And I`m overcome by the pointlessness of my
And humanities existence we lost out way to
The land ease and contentment and so it must be
The seasons get shorter and shorter. And the old
Tree`s denuded branches stretched heavenward
Dumb and useless.
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