blue world

it's the air that we're breathing,

in and out slowly.

it's the way that we're feeling,

faceless and lonely.

but this blue world keeps spinning, passing us by.

and of all of the questions, no one asks why.

it's the tales that we're writing,

antiquated cliches.

it's the way that we're fighting,

getting worse with the days.

but this blue world keeps spinning, swirling around.

and of all of the questions, no one asks how.

it's the sorrow we dream of,

nightmares that scream.

it's the hope of a new love,

a great rushing stream.

but this blue world keeps spinning, always so blue.

and of all of the questions, no one asks who.

who can change it? i know.