Blue Roses

Like a repetitive note hidden in a melody Giving significance to the sky in its remedy Not hearing the flow from a space through a crack Unless the vibrancy is constant in its subliminal act Wondering when it is my own time to shine Thinking of drawing a verse or doodling a rhyme And when its whole magnificence is brought out to be It becomes repellent in all of its sincerity Later on forced to retract and move back to commonness And remain in itself with a bold inner unconscious Rejected by hope and all its remain Given back to dope hidden in this game For craving ten seconds of fame Deciding to go insane Splitting the brain Can't tell a duck from a crane All is same, All is plain But still there in all its sincerity It decides to stand up and move out this melody.