Kind of blue

 Saxophone rings
Music booms aloud
The past stings
Forgetting it
That's allowed
Repressing it
Not unfound
But what is unheard of
Is the dancing of the crowds
A unique, new
Kind of blue
Has spread among them now
A kind of blue that mesmerizes
The eyes when you catch on
A kind of blue that emphasizes
The errors that then match up
A unique, new
Kind of blue
That blinds the onlookers
They don't know
What to do
Leaving their own liquor on ice
Pondering the meaning of life
Staring aimlessly at the navy blue sky
Wondering why
The whole world is sad
Whatever happened before
Is not the same as now
And it's funny
Oh so funny
That the blues, rock, and jazz
Are now our meditating music
They help us collect our thoughts
Before our backs collapse
And one does wonder what's the use in it
To think too much about this new blue
Every month men do bring home winnings
Doing what they do
But then again, they do what they must
Not what they want
Not what they wish they could
Cigarette ashes pour downwards
Matches being used once in a blue moon
Or maybe more often used onwards
By the ones who are poor
Blinded by your greed
By the forces which do greet
Your soul when you speak your mind
Those who disagree must burn
But those who agree are your allies
What a strange hue
This new blue
That covers all of our rooms
Those who are "enlightened" to the truth
Those who are excited by the clues
Those who see the patterns
Those who evolve beyond
Those to whom the world doesn't matter
And yet they try so very hard
To come up with a solution
For the errors that plague us all
After all, we are humans
And it is our fate to fall