Unrequited Love for No One in Particular

Appreciation

Just another afternoon
Skies are graying
Clouds are blue
I kind of like the tune
It's relaying
That I've got no clue
The world keeps turning on, turning on
Like a heart
I'm still beating through the rubble
But I don't know where to start
I can't seem to find some trouble
But it's better off that way
It's just not imaginative to say
That I'm sticking with a river
When the world's so full of little streams
That I'm staying warm because I fear shivers
That the world's only what it seems.
It's not imaginative to think
But it's better off that the skies stay blue and gray and don't turn pink.

If I drifted off on an eddie
If I didn't follow my heart
But I didn't follow anything
Wherever I end up won't be ready
For me to make a start
I'll have to do all the readying
On my own
With a lower, darker, slower, sadder, somber kind of tone
But it could be different.
I could wind up in a land of fairy tales
Tales that make wonder inherent
Turn into music in the blustery gales
Lustering swords can touch me now
But it's more imaginative that way.
It's much more fun to say
That the skies are turning pink and gold and orange instead of gray

If the world's just a blank piece of notebook paper
Shall we draw or shall we write
Shall we shade it in with red or just use gray and let it taper?
Will our hands struggle to ignite
Our dark stream of conscience?
Oil is black and oil will light
But our minds don't find the same kind of confidence
I think we're all afraid of dropping down
Twirling around
In a spiraling descent
Like a single-winged bird
We made distressful sound
But it wasn't heard
And down we went...
And down we will stay
If we live again and again to see just another day
But it's better off that way
It's just more imaginative to say
That the skies are not just black, but fading shades of blue and gray

And though they turn pink and orange and golden
When we see them in our dreams
Blue and gray is still so beautiful and
Blue and gray forever will be better than it seems.