Blue
In a mood so dark, beneath a drifting cloud,
No chance to dance, nor dreams allowed.
You, like the sand beside the sea,
Mere particles, seemingly insignificant, just like me.
Someone spoke: “Each grain, a world to explore,
Each flower, a paradise to implore.”
This world exhausts me, oh so tired,
To the point where words are uninspired.
I’m not a wandering cloud, free and light,
But fallen dust, lost in the night.
Does anyone care about the dust we are?
To them, we’re fleeting, like a shooting star.
Gone with a wave, like whispers we say,
Do you still want to know the sea’s color today?
