Yeah, this my blues ( running a marathon) – K.B

Yeah, this my blues ( Running a marathon)

 

 

From friends to bar
To sex to composing,

Running a marathon.

Forgot mom
And the lunatic
Father,

Yeah,

This is my blues.

Hear the guitar
And the drum,

The break,

And the psychaedelick
Vibe.

We’re reaching
For the sun
But around
Midnight,

Blues infiltrate
The mind ;

Yeah,

This is my
Blues.

Been comforting
A dog,

Talked of flemish
Paintings ;

Had some pasta
While Woodie
Was playing
His highway
To the sun ;

It’s going
Faster
Than a car,

Ain’t no babe
To slow me down,

Yeah, this is my
Blues.

There’s no car,
No sea coast,
No wind in the hair;

Just a mind
Travelling,

Fighting
For social
Justice
Maybe.

The whales
Are calling,

Yeah,

This is my blues.

Keep dancing
Little flame,

Maybe fame’s
Not far
After two days
Of tempest
Hitting the
Window ;

The little cabin
Of my boat
Sailing in
Unquiet
Waters.

How many times
At sunset have I
Been thinking
Of poetry
On the top
Of a building ;

But the words
Weren’t coming
Out.

Yeah,

This is my blues.

The mind was looking
For the truth;

The body was teeming
Every body for an
Ultimate experience
Of love.

Little did it know
That you need
To reveal yourself
To yourself first ;

Soul and conscience
Power,

Yeah,

This

Is

My

Blues !

 

 

K.B

 
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