My Blues
My Blues
Since you left my brain has been on lock
Or on fire with too much crosstalk.
Every day is another sleepwalk,
My dreams in permanent dock.
My thought can’t get past the clog,
When will I escape this fog?
They say the sun is shining,
But all I see is gray.
When will I get out of my way?
When will I get out of my way?
Will the skies ever clear someday?
Will memories ever fade from replay?
When will I get out of my way?
I can still see you walking out the door.
And I keep on asking what for?
What was it I could not complete?
How was it I could not compete?
My mind stuck in the backlog,
When will I escape this fog?
They say the sun is shining,
But all I see is gray.
When will I get out of my way?
When will I get out of my way?
Will the skies ever clear someday?
Will memories ever fade from replay?
When will I get out of my way?
Cliff Lake 8/14/2023
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