Blues

I used to think that when I’m gloomy, it means that something’s wrong.

That I must make a big change in my life – at least I should try.

“Maybe I should leave my country and fly somewhere new.

Maybe a new scenery will save me from this blue.”

Now I have changed every single detail I could have,

This new life takes not even one familiar path.

I speak two new languages – or at least I try.

I go on many dates and I must say, I’m not too shy.

I buy different groceries and cook international food.

I hang out with the kind of people that have a hyper mood.

Nevertheless, I still have some old and golden news.

None of these changes has taken away the best of my blues.

Sometimes I’m just sad and I know now that nothing is wrong.

I just tend to feel strongly – come rain or shine.

I can see the sorrow that hides behind people’s smiles.

I feel quite overwhelmed imagining how someone cries.

These are my bittersweet companions now: my midnight blues.

Like a wavy ocean manifesting all its hues.

Giant waves of gloomy Sunday scare me no more.

I’m learning to surf and when I fall, I kiss the shore.

Sometimes I’m just sad, and it’s OK, this feeling’s mine.

Being is a difficult matter, I’m adapting just fine.