Adapt,
Change,
Move on,
Refresh and start over,
Remain,
Stay,
Cling on,
Hold on to something blue.

Already missing your touch,
The warm embrace of love,
The silent self-evaporation,
The ease you send my way,
The tenderest of sensations.

Already missing your laugh,
The sweet endearing sound,
The content expression of being,
The vibes that cheer my heart,
The wonder of all i'm seeing.

Did something i shouldn't,
Said yes,
Rather...made someone else,
Forced him back to mine,
And laid his love on the line,
His partner would disapprove,
But the world it did move,
He had me and i had him,
Skin to skin.

Standing in the silence of loneliness,
I ponder a life with others,
A day in the sun with friends,
With family and lovers,
But instead i wait patiently,
Patiently longing for an inclusion,
Far away from my...
....
...
...seclusion.

Second chance to impress,
Like an empress upon her throne,
Blown away by the option,
To let my emotion show.

Second chance to just sing,
Like a king now losing his crown,
Towns swallowed by emptiness,
To slowly wander on down.

Second chance in the scene,
Like a queen bent before the block,
Locked inside my shallow heart,
Never chance that second chance.

Oh to be in Berlin or Paris,
To be in a place of beauty,
To seek out my muse,
In more colourful hues,
To have the freedom to write my blues.

Oh to be in London or Madrid,
To be in a place of faces,
To study the mood,
To lay myself out ****,
To have the chance to change attitudes.

Oh to be in Florence or Moscow,
To be in a place of choices,
To find clarity,
Discover sanity,
Be surrounded by humanity.

Everywhere my eyes turn i see fear,
I see it in the frown lines,
The wrinkles of a baby boys gaze,
In the fog of anger,
The challenge of their daily haze.

Everywhere my eyes turn; injustice,
The black man with his head hung,
The lesbians struggle with their shame,
Unnatural hatred,
The reality of the blame.

This is the fight.