Blue Lands

The Blue Lands

I'm not used to this enduring cold

This absence of heat

This growing old

I'm not used to this sadness 

But yet I am familiar 

I've let it rob me

Of being a man

And even greater still 

I've let it rob me of being a human 

So like C3PO I stagger about

Encompass everything's nothing

I spew and I spout

Yet have nothing to say

To bring colors to the flowers

I go on in my knowledge 

About hours and showers 

Yet never bring rain to the sun fields 

I creak and squeak and groan, my shields

Have protected me from the very lifelines I needed

The singing of the birds I've heeded

It is there I shall find out some answers

The sun,the moon, the arts, the dancers 

Will point me to the way

I go on writing and throwing this day

Into the building of mortar and bricks 

These stones, these shells, these rocks, these sticks

Were never enough to save me

So, though all living may skin and berate me

I will choose to rest on the battlefield 

Because I am weary of the blood, the limbs, the smoke

I am weary of the words that make me choke 

I just want to see the sunshine

Through dance, through song, through sound, through rhyme

I enter into the blue lands beyond all time

And I jolly well plan to stay there