The Dark Blue

There's a fine line of life we walk, that tends to shake, and shift.

The balance is quite difficult to keep at a stand still.

Like emotions, our directions begin to waver, and blend.

Sometimes tying together, or tangling into a mess.

Frustration, and sadness become our obstacles, and sometimes our defeat.

Shouts at levels of volumes, just so we can speak, to be heard over multitudes of people who cry.

Each one of us wants to be heard, and seen, and cared for, just like next.

So we yearn for the dark blue, our perfect balance between light, and dark.

Our comfort from reality. Even if we fall.

The dark blue. Where we hide our sadness, behind a clear black wall.

The dark blue, where our masks won't fall.