subdued diffused confused with a short fuse
blue i can't choose between truths
it can't get out but it can't stay in
problems for my solutions shall it start again

there is only nothingness and
the subdued blue rage that is me
anger at myself or anger at the
gently rolling landscape devoid of meaning
is destroying them both the only way
or destroying one to make it congeal
with the other but isn't that the same?
what is real?!
i thought they all had it figured but i
figured most of them don't have to figure
i wonder which is better, stagnant puddles
or constant seas of turmoil?

subdued diffused confused with a short fuse
blue i can't choose between truths
it can't get out but it can't stay in
problems for my solutions shall it start again

subdued - my thoughts cancel each other out
except for my blue rage, what makes them sage
when i forsee the inevitable finality
all-encompassing futility
but it's all right, now.
it's all, right, now.
it is all right now.
it is all happening now.