The Stories of What's been

Tails

Why do they call it feeling blue because maybe I'm feeling a little green and no it doesn't mean I've got greed in my eyes or that I'm a tree hugger. I'm a simple man with simple needs and some green paper cloud keep me clean as I walk these criminal streets. Then again I could feel a little red as the one passes me on the street but I can't work up the courage to speak if only I could feel the color of bravery but I'm afraid the color isn't known to me so now I sit feeling yellow thinking mellow and yet it wasn't the drugs the guy on 5th and bell who offered me them but how content I was with my simple life and simple needs but people keep telling me I need to wake up and get serious but they could never understand my resolve or perhaps I just couldn't speak. I'm feeling purple to match the color of the bruises you'd once given me but luckily I wasn't to blame even though you tell me that anyways. The world keeps moving on with a wash of colors that I could never understand and yet my entire life I've felt like the rainbow after a good rain. But now I'm left to myself feeling the color I could never comprehend. I'm feeling blue with nothing to do so maybe I'll set myself free. Or let myself wallow to the sound of laughter and happiness that had once been.