And inspiration bites at my heels when I am too close to it
And satisfaction sometimes finds me speechless
But when the snow-filled ground consumes the color from the sky
I see Blue
I'm only searching for the words when I feel them
Fumble through the wrong ones and stay silent before deciding to keep any
Its all thoughts and pencils and silence, but sometimes
I see Blue
Contentment can consume you but only if you let it
And the critics will smother you but only if you give into them
So listen to yourself, listen to yourself
And color in the spaces for everybody else
Certain shades of emotion stand out in my mind
And sometimes things are better left undefined
But they are biting at my heels
Keeping me awake
Making me crazy
Its restless imagination
Pulling me to something
Pushing me away
Surrounding me in everything and sometimes
I see Blue