ya barkin up the
right tree now
lay
asleep
the blues walked in
stirring my senses
trying to fade my existence
i lead with my heart
mind detached
where was i?
running
running from shadows
and i was increasing the distance
making life comfortable
but then…
the blues walked in
the last time he was here
i put
my life on pause
i was hollow
my reflection said no
‘cause the blues walked in
do you know what it means
to come full circle?
like some time warped space
and wonder
if history will keep
repeating
repeating
repeating
mind state says no
sat down
made himself comfortable
like heartache
in the dinah washington groove
it defied logic
like so many pop tunes
it defied gravity
like implants
it defied
my inherent personal stature
i was there
but
the blues walked in…
carried me back here
full circle…
but i’m smarter than
the blues
laugh in his face
turn the circle into
a three dimensional space
and integrate
calculating space
and time
and flow
‘cause i got craft
and my skills can cut a nail
so after
the blues walked in
i could just float away
having acknowledged
my faults
now
lighter than air
my voice
strong like steel
so
when the blues walked in
i laughed at my own comedic genius
confused the man
and turned him into
Joy
i’m just sayin
he was barkin up
the right tree
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