Bluesong

I sing my blues, because theirs nothing to do.
Alone in crowds, trapped, unescapable.
I sing my blues because theirs nothing else to do,
Friends become strangers, like morning dew.
I sing my blues, because theirs nothing to do,
The world's spinning like a hurricane.
I sing my blues, because I don't know what to do, or who I am.
Perhaps I am just a leaf in the untamed storm.
Or maybe the pebble in the sliver river.
I sing my blues, because I am lost, alone.
Lost in my mind with my dreams and plays.
Alone, in my thoughts like a broken record.