I’d like to be someplace else now

Trying to figure out what to do,

Growing tired of the ideas that i chew,

I wish they were more like soup.

Life’s a multiplicity of stages,

All of them we’re falling through,

But they paint us different colors

And we all end up grey.

Wondering when the new color will hit

To prove that there’s a new curtain not about you,

But the only one showing on my chest

Is your shade of blue.

Time whips by and ideas hope to soften

But they don’t, and they’re still in my mouth

Losing taste and i can’t spit them out,

I think I need a drink.