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Jan 2011
They can be blue
Or they can be green
They can be nice
Or they can be mean
They can see you
Or they can see me
They can fly high
Or swim below the sea
The bluish and greenish haze
Whirls me around setting on this daze
That makes days
Go by in a wave
In the constant motion
In deep blue ocean
I see them inside
and I wonder why
I cannot hide
I think I'm losing my mind
I'm in a bind
Is I look behind
I must be blind
If I cant find
Something to make me feel
A little better
A little happier
A little smarter
Its just a precursor
Of the world around
A sound
A resonance
A being
Of arrogance
Humbled
I wish I could feel the same
The way I felt when I was insane
The voices are gone
So no in mind therapy
When I think that I'm done
I'm immersed in entropy
My world has been rearranged
By bluish green eyes that change
(c) Steven Forrester
Steven Forrester
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Steven Forrester  32/Non-binary/Tucson, AZ
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