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 The Blues
Without reason the cloud of a mood settles over me;
Not unhappy, but just a gentle churning in my soul .
Discontent with the present moment, I attempt escape;
The power of the blues.
There is a sad happiness in this escape from reality,
As the roller coaster of my emotions take me for a ride.
A presence within me seeks out these melancholic moments;
The power of the blues.
Feeding my soul with some unknown food that tastes real;
The hunger for this freshness drives me to seek a peace in the sadness.
My head cannot settle in; I'm lost within these thoughts;
The power of the blues.
Unrest fills me and then it feeds some entity within me;
That which seeks the comfort of isolation and disconnection.
Separated, I am cut from the herd, standing alone against the cloud;
The power of the blues.
The vicious cycle continues into a spiraling dance ;
I listen to the stirrings within me as I sit here before the keys.
Just a simple discomfort with the way things are right now;
The power of the blues.
I lift my gaze from the depths of this spiral and see the light;
Drawn back into the peace, as my soul settles into the moment.
Until next time when this entity is hungry for the darker side;
The power of the blues.
29May09
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