This is my Blues...

Why am I,
always racing against time?

I wonder...
how could i ever survive...

Streets are bustling,
hims, her, they, them
ALL.

However busy
this tiny world is...

A tiny dust,
is all I could see...

Gliding silently,
wherever she may be...

That's me.

A shadow of dust,
tagging along with me...
wherever I may be...

Half of me
feels empty.

The other half
filled with security.

As that shadow,
that never leaves...

Stays behind me,
Without Me.