I know better than to feel this way
and yet the storm comes thru
grey skies raining down on my hea
I would laugh
and on some level do
tho right here right now I be singing’ the blues
None of this is real
it matters not
electronic worse of emptiness
giving comfort?
Yeah I suppose
thus I subscribe and watch bemused as I sing the blues
No cause because
its just spiritual weather
that has me state the state I’m in
Tomorrow I’ll wake up
better if not gleeful
but tonight left or right I be singing the blues….
i have been feeling this way lately myself. your poem really captures the mood.