Sitting by the waterside
watching remnants of life go by
all bound up with broken pride
the man beside me sighs
Arms outstretched
high and wide
mouth wide open
soundless cries
bellow forth
toward a boundless sky
Struck dumb
my arms and feet
succumb
frozen
locked
lifeless
numb
The man appeared
as if to be
the living embodiment
the epitome
of a certain torment
an agony
He stopped
he turned
he smiled at me:
don\'t sigh
be sad
cry
or be mad,
for
what you see
is not the truth
just a reflection,
a passing mood;
and
what you mortals
call
the blues.