steve
11-30-2005, 07:31 AM
yellows, browns, and orange... the colors of fall,
all very nice colors, but not blue at all.
every so often, i visit that shade,
it's where im at now, no choice i've made.
it's a color i go to, different times in my life,
like those times, crawling along the blade of my knife.
there's no explaining, at least not to you,
why in my life, at times i get blue.
i have a pat answer, when asked how im doing,
i always say im ok, then im back to my blueing.
what shade are you, is it all bright and glowing,
or are you a little blue, without even knowing.
you could be purple, which is mighty damn near,
but im deep blue, i just want to be clear.
days turn to weeks, then those turn to years,
its like swimming in an ocean, of only blue tears.
all that i have, all that i have attained,
it's all turned blue, and can't be explained.
hopes and dreams, then some and more,
then it all changed, when i went to that war.
they made me go, there was nothing i could do,
and here i am now, and im still feeling blue.
and im blue about love, althought love is red,
but where is my love, when all has been said.
is there love for us all, for me and you,
or do i just get this, a life lived in blue.
Steve
all very nice colors, but not blue at all.
every so often, i visit that shade,
it's where im at now, no choice i've made.
it's a color i go to, different times in my life,
like those times, crawling along the blade of my knife.
there's no explaining, at least not to you,
why in my life, at times i get blue.
i have a pat answer, when asked how im doing,
i always say im ok, then im back to my blueing.
what shade are you, is it all bright and glowing,
or are you a little blue, without even knowing.
you could be purple, which is mighty damn near,
but im deep blue, i just want to be clear.
days turn to weeks, then those turn to years,
its like swimming in an ocean, of only blue tears.
all that i have, all that i have attained,
it's all turned blue, and can't be explained.
hopes and dreams, then some and more,
then it all changed, when i went to that war.
they made me go, there was nothing i could do,
and here i am now, and im still feeling blue.
and im blue about love, althought love is red,
but where is my love, when all has been said.
is there love for us all, for me and you,
or do i just get this, a life lived in blue.
Steve