Blue Rescue

Blue is not blue,

as sure as I'm not just me

and you are not only you,

new is not new, just proof.

As sure as between our particles

we move and don't need to,

blue is not blue.

Blue is not blue,

as sure as light curves

and waves out straight shooting,

blue is losing but renewing.

As sure as we're blind but see through,

a bloom is in the dark grooving,

blue is not blue.

Blue is not blue

As sure as struggle is not trouble,

blue is not all saddened hues.

Blessings are radiant by the gradient

as sure as virtues are like clues,

blue is not what you expect it to do,

blue is like you.

Skewed but not skewed,

as sure as the room has a view,

one there of you,

blue is for the human to tune.

As perfect as the cycles of moons

move fertile and fluid

blue is not blue.

Smooth is not smooth

as sure as our doom is not our doom,

blue is rough

like choppy oceans of truth.

As sure as there is no cure

but the cure is to do,

I do this because blue is not blue.