What is blue?
A colour, an expression, a voice
People say that it means sadness and serenity
Right, because those two match up somehow

Waves of sadness and loneliness
And I feel no serenity
Noises roar through my ears in fact.
I can’t hear a damn thing.

Blue, an absolutely human colour
Our blood, our veins, the way our skin turns when we’re cold
It’s the colour of water, which covers the earth’s surface
We live on earth.

You’re having a blue day but, why?
What makes a day blue?
The sky is blue, were you outside?
Did you see the stars, how bright they were, how alive they were?

Blue is loyal, kind
It’s calming yet depressive
My bruises and your words, all so blue
And then I finally realised. Blue is you.