Blue Air, Sitting Lazily

Sitting lazily on a blue sky
With nothing on my mind, just letting go
Sitting lazily on a blue sky
With all my troubles far below.

A drop of blue air falls beneath me
Once clinging to the clouds, now letting go
It spins and twirls unaware of gravity
On a natural parachute to Earth below.

Sitting lazily on a blue sky
Thinking about not thinking, letting go
Sitting lazily on a blue sky
With all my troubles far below.

The sky does end but you can’t reach the ending
The wind makes waves that you cannot see
The air hides much beneath its surface
And it is much the same with me.
(So I’m)

Sitting lazily on a blue sky
Out of reach of things I can’t let go
Sitting lazily on a blue sky
With all my troubles far below.

Up here the noise holds only quiet
A philosophy I wish I could learn
Above a world where trouble covers beauty
But the blue air falls and will one day return.
So too must I one day make my return.

(hummed chorus, fade out)

The first poem of Poem-a-day 2012 is actually a song, with a mellow finger-plucked guitar background! Unfortunately, not only can I not do finger-plucking yet, but I don’t even have a guitar. Hopefully some day I’ll come back to this.

In my head, the music (but not the lyrics) is clearly inspired by the Red Hot Chili Peppers’ “Scar Tissue” and Vienna Teng’s (unreleased) “Oh Mama No”. Hoping I didn’t copy from them too much.

Part of Poem-a-day 2012. Title donated by Ashley G.