An Aquamarine’s Blues
A thinker’s blog, but it is a clog, Milkshakes to cane, a journey in vain, Of travels near and far, yet so obscure, The more I learn, the less I know, Adventuring through time and space, Touched by love, blues, hurt and grace, Sinful wastes and wasteful gaits, Smiles at them laughful traits. It’s yet another slide downhill, Just another one cheap thrill, No brake can break the spree, Bring it on and set me free.