The  Blues

Hesitated breathing lost in the array of feelings
Searching the atmosphere for some meaning  
Some understanding to this over demanding population all I see is misguided searches for validation One of the few refusing the calibration
Out of tune confined to roam the dark side of the moon
Throughout the years I've come to accept the separation time led us to deal with different situations neither of us were prepared for what was in store by now youve probably realized Lifes a whore fucking one over till her hearts content
Led me to resent the search for dead presidents losing dependence in worthless causes that lessens the independence
A bleeding heart separates us apart held in submission by the blues writing is the management to the different hues
Not many can understand the escape only a few can relate to the reasons I choose to contemplate the causes to effects I've learned not to expect the brightest forecast above my head the only guarantee I have is an arranged date with death
So I value each breath an moment in time knowing it can end as abruptly as this rhyme....