Sadness is a blue ceiling.
When against the blue skies
It is invisible,
It tries so hard to blend
With the crowd,
Mix with the crowd,
Becoming a part of it.

Sadness is a blue ceiling.
For it is only seen when alone at night,
Against black star filled skies.
Bright blue ceilings
Stand out,
Your sadness
Stands out.
It has got no where to fly,
Against the night sky.