Blue (3/2018)

I see a spark and think of blue.
All that’s in my thoughts these days.

All that was on my mind,
It all got left behind.
One afternoon I spilled it all.
Well, not one day, a year. Some time.
I spilled it all.
I watched worry fall.
Leave.
Nighttime, morning’s called.

Take some time, talk about it.
Step outside, howl at the moon
Or have nothing to lose.
Nothing left to lose.

Leaving was on my mind,
The ones without a spine.
One afternoon I spilled it all,
Fell to a stage. Right here, I’m fine.
I spilled it all.
I watched worry fall.
Leave.
Nighttime, morning’s called.

Lose then find, forgot about it.
Deep inside, piled up the truth.
Mean something to the moon,
There’s something about the moon.

But, I just think of blue.