I Sing the Blues

I Sing the Blues
Quizmo LaGrande

I sing the blues,
Not because I can,
Not because I want to,
Because it blurs the lines
Between truth and illusion,
Between liars and musicians.

The truth is the lyric,
hard and coarse;
Illusion is the melody,
Soft and soothing,
melding remorse
Into the fine grains of seclusion.

Oft times I play the blues intending to haunt,
Because my instrument knows the score,
Because my fingers feel the fine line
between reality and want.

There are no lies in music,
Only fantasy and daydream.
The deceit is in one's imagination
When dreams are unfulfilled
And once again it’s time
To dim the lights and sing

The blues.

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