Blue 

Finally I figured the reason
why I refuse to cave in to people and things –
call it an act of martyrdom,
but dependence is a foolish ding.

We harbour one thought – the weird one
– that one of them perpetually
stays, even when you come undone.
But still naturally

today I found myself singing the blues
along with a future that hints no clues.

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