This is the poem upon which the name of my blog is based:
through thinking blue
It’s a little past nine o’clock
dark already for a few hours now
and I don’t know what I’m doing
or what you’re doing
or what they’re doing
or what we’re doing now
I know I’ve lost my mind before
trivial thoughts I can’t ignore
that come and go like the seasons do
and I’m through
thinking blue
over you
long ago you started this
way of seeking endless bliss
except you said it’s here
you said it’s now
and no one heard a word you said
and now I’ll hear it till I’m dead
so won’t you come and fix all this
like all of them who say you will
undo every dirty thing we’ve done
under the sun
nothing new
and I’m through
thinking blue
over you
-jeshua erickson