Been there. Done that.
Wrote the song.
Sang it on street corners for change.
It's a true song, a blues song
about making plans
for the fates to rearrange.
I'm not saying it's all been bad,
though I'm certainly tired and sad
so for now, my friends,
I'm back in the shadows again.
Some say the blues
is illusion
imbalanced expression of mind
I say it's accumulated
disillusionment
from endless trying and crying
Oh to be contained
in delusions'
magical chalice so sweet
No longer a slave to
battles that
always seem to end in defeat
I'm not saying it's all been bad,
though I'm certainly tired and sad
so for now, my friends,
I'm back in the shadows again.
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