Staring at the clock as the time ticks away,
The concept fades in and out as the colors of the day.
All the noise, the feel, smells and tastes,
Blur in and out with the shades of phase.
Reach out into the pools and feel them vibrate, pulsating on your fingertips.
And I could scream infernos that scorch the ground and sky black... because I'm all tied up in blue.
Where underneath the red bleeds in flowing from the wounds.
And deeper there in, all the colors of soft words and tickled grins,
From before the new plagues touched us and sent us marching toward the blue.
Was there ever such a unstateable state as pondering the sentiments of you?