blue

it‘s one of those days: blue

bright blue sky / dark blue mind
somehow the blues are not integrating
the harder I try - the further they grow apart
    blue/blue

the ocean would be
a welcome change of scenery
you know horizon
seperates it from sky
salty water dries your lips
paints them
    blue/blue/blue

join me for a desert ride

nomads know 

the use of indigo
cover your skin
decorate your chin
a symbolic tatoo
the needles are sharp

pointing at you
    blue/blue/blue/blue

what will you do
with all that
    blue
not integrating
an entire planet
might be falling 

apart
a zillion pieces
opening out 

between
you and you
blue