The Blues

Named by the majority, 

Viewed through breaking glasses, 

Time in my life most likely passes, 

As the feelings in my mind crashes, 

Dismal to state I'm not miserable today it's exactly how it is. 

Edging by suddenly and completely in your eyes, 

Each minute winds up shorter as time passes quickly, 

On the off chance that you've been fortunate enough 

Hear my expressions of the insightful, 

Realizing me has never been worth the prize, 

Dodge the inescapable outcome you'll before long know as your destruction, 

Dismal to state I'm not pitiful today despite the fact that my spirit cries, 

It's dismal to state the torment has desensitized away and I'm not miserable today.