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The blues is my business
Well at least before it was
Silent welts of pain in my throat
Salt sickness moistened the cloth
Alone in the madness
Tigers locked in a cage
But....
I escaped....
Not the cage nor the illness
But sighing in general
Due to a slight fluctuation,
in luck
Light and love both sparkle and shimmer
True I could go back to the blues,
the greys too and the black
True it could all be like it was before
True I could lose it all and begin again
Yet....
Something tells me this is different
That business is none of mine now
Maybe even never
The end was my new beginning
The middle was lost in the spray
The blues was my business
For it isn't anymore
Heart felt passion evermore
It is now,in truth