THE BLUE SCEPTIC

The words break into letters. 

The mind talks to the darkness. 

The time runs without reasons. 

The voices become speechless. 

The winter bites inside. 

The light is nowhere around. 

The train of rusty thoughts

No more finds a true sound. 

The life thinks about the life. 

The eternity loses its sense. 

Between the light and dark

There is not any fence. 

The wait brings nonsense trauma. 

The blue mind breaks apart. 

The history becomes softly blurred. 

The blue sky has no bird. 

The songs lose all the tunes. 

The means get impossible. 

The reasons become meaningless. 

There is nothing to nibble.

Up above there is a zero. 

Down below there is blank. 

The head gets too heavy to nod. 

There is no reason to thank.

The drowsy night declares nothing. 

The morning brings the sun. 

The life rolls to the end for nothing. 

The darkness finds a turn. 

The wild flowers may not smell good. 

The mind may not find the right food.