Blue river flowing under the crimson sky
I remember smoke dancing up at the holy sights
And the flowers blooming on the graveyards of children
Through thick and thin I have felt sun kissing my cheeks
Winds drying my tears and brushing my hair
I have had my own dose of melancholy in this existential crisis
Touching my bare back oh how I wish petals would grow in them
I have had enough of powerful wings I just need some rest
Maybe the lady in loud dress with red lips getting hooked wasn’t me
but is this girl in Pjs with a cup of bittersweet coffee defines me
Oh trust me I have had my own dose of melancholy in this existential crisis
Bille, Chessy, Elvis, and Freddie did you all had those moments?
while sun was shining over you in its glory
Or am I alone dancing in the illusion of pain eternally
Wrapped into the cover of love and light
I never knew life can be so hard to live by
Oh what a coacinistic dose of melancholy it is in this existential crisis
I don’t ask anymore why me, why me, why me
Maybe i am just tired of reasons
Scared of logics defiling my emotions
Maybe I am ok with this blue color creeping into my soul
Living with my eyes closed faking a smile wherever I go
Maybe i am okay with my own dose of melancholy in this existential crisis….