Blue

Blue, the sky on a good day; from the heart, it feels pure.

Blue, sadness on a bad day; it tries to make me sway in the bleached ocean.

Blue, it could be me or you, seeking guidance, a companion, not just me or you.

Blue, a pure good word for some, giving free will.

Blue, it screams in some ears; it gives them tears.

Blue blue blue blue, it stops sounding like a word.

Blue blue blue, for some it has meaning; blue blue blue, it is stuck in my head now.

Blue blue, am I even spelling it right?

Blue.

Wait.

Blue.

I said wait.

Maybe it does not have a meaning after all; it is just light wavelengths, just a colour.

BLUE!