clouds of blue

[truth_reaver]

So many things

why focus on what we need to do

its not what we need
its what they make us do
need is to survive
survive is to get through
all these clouds around us
all thee clouds, wrapping us in blue
fumes of should would and could do
shooting from others, cycling down les rues
consuming thoughts and smothering view
once we do
once we do
get through
we don't know what to do
we got so used
to clouds of blue
various feathers in a confusing plume
dancing peacock in a tiny room
crumpled featehrs covered in dew
from a mist that covers through and through
seeping the cracks of roofs
shoudl would could must do
a sky of white and deep black hue
doesn't fit us, doesn't suit
they told us always what to do
it got old, so we are new
and have no idea of what to do
but somehow in that frightening new
there is comfort and truth
for finally you
can be you
should could would all from you
and no one else to make your rules